(For one shining moment I was so incredibly tempted to make this a bestiality fic just to freak the shit out of all of you. Instead I did this. Don't worry, everyone does it. Everyone. Observe my evil snicker.)
So This One Time, At Band Camp…
Hands played on her stomach, crisscrossing fingers lightly across her skin. Luna lay back against the pillows, shielded from the other girls by the curtains around her bed. Which was a good thing, because an interruption now would be unpardonably embarrassing for entirely different grounds than she was accustomed to.
With a faint inhalation she arched backward as one of the hands drifted downward, over belly button and then down between her legs. Her knees bent up and she bit her bottom lip as the fingers of the hand worked themselves into her vagina. A name fluttered to her lips, breathless, and then she reached out her other hand to grab her wand.
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(Yes, the wand. The wand. Before you children all run away screaming, repeat after me: "Everyone does it. Everyone.")
