“Look at this pretty little pussy,” Heather said appreciatively. Her voice strained with pleasure. To claim Meredith in every way. It’s filthy and wrong, yet her body responds eagerly, clenching and fluttering around the invading digit. Heather made no move to adjust her position, remaining utterly relaxed, almost languid, on the couch. Meredith would take anything Heather is willing to give her. The men stand proudly, their erections jutting out obscenely, a forest of throbbing cocks that make Meredith feel impossibly small and vulnerable. and mine. “Inside, the folds are soft and delicate, slick with arousal. They grinned back, ready and willing to carry out their president’s every order. She kicked them away. Meredith throws her head back, a strangled cry tearing from her throat at the intense sensation. The sight made Heather lick her lips hungrily, her own body responding to the delicious exposure. Meredith gasps at the sensation, her hips twitching with anticipation. ~~~
Book 3
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The heavy doors burst open with a bang, causing Meredith to jump. It matches your puffy lips, peeking out from under its hood, just aching to be touched.” Meredith said.
