The cool air rushed against her newly exposed skin made her shiver and gasp. The next hulking football player stepped up, his enormous cock bobbing obscenely as he stroked it to full hardness. Heather hooked her fingers onto the waistband of Meredith’s panties and slowly pulled them to the side. The crowd watches with bated breath, eagerly awaiting the next twist in this sordid initiation ritual. Heather shivered and bit her lip. Her tongue curled and flicked, striking Meredith’s G-spot, that sensitive bundle of nerves that made her see stars. They itched to touch, to caress, and to claim this most intimate part of Heather. Heather’s tongue, long and strong, immediately plunged deep into Meredith’s tight channel. Heather took it with a wicked grin, turning back to Meredith who knelt shaking and sobbing on the sofa. Obscene wet sounds filled the room as she fucked herself with wild abandon. Her voice strained with pleasure. But Heather’s mouth feels too good, and Meredith can feel her body beginning to respond, her pussy growing slicker with each passing second.
