Heather ground her teeth together, a bead of sweat trickling down her neck as she waited for a response. She ground her hips against Meredith’s face, desperate for more of that incredible sensation. I can tell you’re fascinated, even if you’re trying to hide how much you’re enjoying this.”
She slowly pulled her fingers from her dripping hole, holding them up coated in her juices. Heather’s hands grip Meredith’s thighs harder, fingernails digging into the soft flesh as she holds the pledge open and vulnerable. “That’s just the first batch,” she purred sadistically. She kicked them away. The rumors she had overheard from other pledges swirled in her mind, blending curiosity with apprehension. “Don’t worry sweetie, we’ll make sure you don’t miss a single drop. Meredith wailed in anguish, feeling the thick sperm flooded her raw, torn insides. I don’t know if I like it.” She said. Its delicate folds glistened with her arousal under the soft light. You’re here to serve.” He punctuates his words with a sharp, warning squeeze to her wrists. “First man go. Heather’s hands grip Meredith’s thighs harder, fingernails digging into the soft flesh as she holds the pledge open and vulnerable. This hairstyle accentuates her vulnerability and shame, as if her own hair is conspiring to hide her expression of utter mortification.
