Not here, not with me. The obscene sound of skin slapping against the skin mixed with Meredith’s anguished sobs and the creaking of the table under the force of his thrusts. Heather hooked her fingers onto the waistband of Meredith’s panties and slowly pulled them to the side. Heather just grins more at Meredith’s outburst, clearly enjoying seeing the girl squirm and beg. Meredith’s other hand was a blur between her legs, two fingers pumped in and out of her soaked pussy as Heather orgasms directly into Meredith’s mouth. The way Heather’s tongue filled her, stretched her, the obscene wet sounds, the dirty, degrading act itself – it was all so far beyond anything she’d ever experienced or imagined. I’m not… She gestured to the waiting football players. You’ve shown patience, humility, and an actual sense of sisterhood.” Heather said. Meredith looked up at Heather through half-lidded eyes, her gaze smoldering with a newfound lust as she worked her tongue deeper into Heather’s dripping folds. Her hot mouth engulfed the entire area, tongue lashing feverishly. Meredith felt Heather’s breath on her lips and smelled her own arousal on the other woman’s tongue. Tears stream down her pale cheeks, her platinum blonde hair splayed out beneath her like a silvery halo.
