Heather wanted everyone to know that Meredith was her eager little plaything. The dual stimulation of Heather’s mouth on her clit and the man’s cock pummeling her depths sent jolts of reluctant pleasure zinging through Meredith’s nerve endings. Meredith’s face, contorted in humiliation and unwilling arousal, fills the screens. The way Heather’s tongue filled her, stretched her, the obscene wet sounds, the dirty, degrading act itself – it was all so far beyond anything she’d ever experienced or imagined. Heather takes a moment to palm the soft flesh. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop,” she snarls. The Heather’s voice a low, soothing purr. Around them, the transformation of the room continues. Meredith hesitates briefly, her slender fingers trembling as they hover over the damp patch on her panties. It was distinct from the pain and terror. Meredith hesitated. Obscene wet sounds filled the room as she fucked herself with wild abandon.
