The musky scent of her arousal perfumes the air. She used her other hand to stretch herself wider, the obscene pink folds of her vagina glistening and twitching mere inches from Meredith’s lips. “Let me make you feel good, sweetheart,” Heather whispers. She had orchestrated this humiliation, and now she reveled in the fruits of her cruel scheme, knowing that Meredith’s fate, and the fate of the footage, rested entirely in her hands. Her voice hoarse with tears and desperation. They itched to touch, to caress, and to claim this most intimate part of Heather. Heather’s lips sealed around Meredith’s entrance, sucking, slurping, as her tongue wriggled and undulated inside. With each shuddering breath Meredith takes, her ruined cunt clenches weakly around the invading seed, causing it to bubble up and overflow. This story is purely fictitious and is for education and entertainment purposes only. Meredith’s thoughts were fragmented, jumbled. Meredith shudders violently at Heather’s touch, a fresh wave of sobs wracking her slender frame. It hurts; it hurts so much!” She shouted.
