Heather’s breathing came in short, sharp pants as she held herself open. Heather took it with a wicked grin, turning back to Meredith who knelt shaking and sobbing on the sofa. As she stood and crossed the room, the weight of the moment pressed against her chest. Her voice trembled with a barely contained terror. “I think it’s time we discuss your… Heather’s tongue danced with hers, twining and stroking, sharing the heady taste of Meredith’s own arousal. At the same time, Heather’s gaze flicked to Meredith’s chest. Not missing a beat, Heather leaned in and sealed her mouth over Meredith’s violated entrance. Meredith’s eyes crossed in their attempt to focus, lost in a haze of unfamiliar, intense sensation. You should feel honored. Meredith’s inner walls clenched and spasmed around Heather’s fingers, trying to draw them deeper. It intoxicated, this power she had over the younger woman. “Don’t stop,” Heather demands. The pink flesh, once tight and inviting, was now a raw, angry red, the muscles fluttering weakly as if trying in vain to close against the violation. She ground her hips against Meredith’s face, desperate for more of that incredible sensation. She rubbed slow, deliberate circles, applying just enough pressure to make Meredith writhe.
