“Look at it, Meredith,” Heather breathed. Her slender, elegant neck was flushed a deep, telling red, betraying racing heart and flush of shame-tinged excitement and humiliation infusing her fair skin. Her nose wrinkled slightly as she caught a strong whiff of Heather’s intimate musk. It’s too much! She enunciated each word carefully, as if speaking to a slow child. Heather let out a low moan at Meredith’s detailed de***********ion. The thick veins. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop,” she snarls. After all, they had all afternoon. “Meredith, my sweet little pledge. A note of desperation creeping into her voice. Having me devour this sweet pussy until you scream?” Heather said. Heather’s forceful grip on her hair and the crude command ringing in her ears made Meredith’s heart pound wildly. The way her thighs clenched together as if trying to trap Heather’s hand in place. Meredith kneels on the sofa, her slender body positioned in a degrading and vulnerable manner. I can see them fluttering, as if beckoning to be filled.” Meredith said.
