Tears and snot flowed down her contorted face. The dampness soaked through the thin lace. Her breath ghosted over Heather’s sensitive flesh. Heather was there in an instant, burying her face between Meredith’s shaking thighs. Her nipples strained against her blouse and her panties soaked through with her dripping excitement. I don’t want to do this!” Meredith cries. She refused to give Meredith the intense pressure she so desperately craves. Heather’s chin glistened with Meredith’s arousal as she worked her over, drool dripping down to the floor. The man restraining Meredith leans in closer, his breath hot on her ear as he hisses. She exposed more of Heather’s creamy thighs. Meredith shudders violently at Heather’s touch, a fresh wave of sobs wracking her slender frame. Heather felt the heated emanating from Meredith’s core. A moan, high and thin, escapes her throat, and she squeezes her eyes shut tight, trying to block out the reality of her situation. Though her voice betrayed the slightest tremble. Heather drew in sharply, a line of satisfaction between her brows as she gazed up at the exposed sex of Meredith. It hurts; it hurts so much!” She shouted. Heather eagerly awaited Meredith’s response as she builds delicious tension and anticipation for the depraved acts to come.
