“That’s it, Meredith. The flush spread across her cheeks. It was a clear sign of her high state of arousal. She tweaked a nipple roughly through the delicate fabric. She had a pencil dress of charcoal gray, close but decent, with a thin belt outlining her waist and plain black loafers. Every detail in here tells a story, a moment shared by sisters who came before us.” Heather replied. It’s filthy and wrong, yet her body responds eagerly, clenching and fluttering around the invading digit. “Much better than begging, don’t you think?” Heather said. Except for the little strip of neatly trimmed hair at the top. Meredith kneels on the sofa, her slender body positioned in a degrading and vulnerable manner. Meredith trembled like a leaf, her porcelain skin glistening with a sheen of nervous sweat. She knew she had the prim and proper girl on the hook now. Her gaze flicked downward, studying the intimate landscape. She felt dizzy, her mind spinning with the wrongness of it all. Heather’s tongue, wet and insistent, delved deep into Meredith’s vagina. “Well? Whenever he hilted deep, he paused, grinding his
