it’s swollen and throbbing, begging for attention. She played with Meredith’s gaping, dripping pussy. Throughout it all, Heather continued to lap at Meredith’s pussy. The pledge jolts at the unexpected contact, a choked gasp escaping her lips. Heather wanted to make Meredith scream her name in ecstasy before it was over. Heather’s lips curled into a wicked grin, enjoying the power she held over the pledge. Though her voice betrayed the slightest tremble. With a roar, he slammed deep and came hard, flooding Meredith’s already overflowing pussy with yet another hot, heavy load. She spread her moisture and made her lips glisten. Her voice raw with agony as she was instantly penetrated again. The cool air of the room seemed to have no effect on her – she exuded a kind of predatory, almost feral heat. After a moment, Heather slid her fingers lower. Inside her mind, a hurricane of confused thoughts and sensations swirled. She felt the evidence of Heather’s own desire. Her grip on her hair grew tighter, to the point of hurting, as she held Meredith in place. Heather, lost in the throes of her own pleasure, grinds herself harder against Meredith’s face, smearing her arousal more fully across that pale, delicate skin.
