Heather’s grip on Meredith’s hair tightened, her fingertips digging into the Meredith’s scalp. Heather slowly sucked each finger into her mouth and swirled her tongue around them to capture every last drop. She held the jug under the football player’s cock as he thrust into Meredith from behind, the obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. She clung to the shreds of her innocence even as her body surrendered to the sinful bliss. Meredith’s fingers begin to move more purposefully now, gliding through her arousal, finding a rhythm. Heather held all the cards, and Meredith was putty in her experienced, lustful hands. ~~~
Book 2
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Heather paused her lewd ministrations briefly to issue a command to Meredith. Meredith’s face, contorted in humiliation and unwilling arousal, fills the screens.
