Heather chuckles sinisterly, amused and aroused by Meredith’s desperation. Lights exploded behind Meredith’s eyelids, and she could have sworn she saw stars, just like in cheesy romance novels. With a muttered curse, Heather released her grip on Meredith’s hair. The power dynamic is clear. Two burly cameramen, clad only in loose boxers, circled the debauched scene, their own massive cocks straining against the thin fabric. Each time the man withdrew, Meredith’s gaping hole would clench, trying to draw him back in, a feeble attempt to control the brutal fucking. It was gaping, red, and dripping with the combined fluids of the ordeal. I think I’m going to…” Meredith though. “I know you want it. Meredith swallowed hard. Her own flesh, flushed with arousal, darkened further as she became lost in the heights of pleasure.
