Meredith kneels on the sofa, her slender body positioned in a degrading and vulnerable manner. “Well, Meredith, I suppose we’ve made enough idle chatter.” Heather instructs Meredith to come over and sit next to her on the couch. The sexual tension was palpable as Heather put Meredith to the test. The degrading act only served to heighten Meredith’s anguish and revulsion as Heather orally anointed the instrument of her suffering. Heather’s tongue, slick with the mingled fluids of Meredith’s ravaged pussy and the men’s semen, hung obscenely from her mouth as she looked back at the camera. Heather let out a low moan at Meredith’s detailed de***********ion. But Heather, lost in her own haze of passion, is not going to allow her growing pleasure to end. Heather’s cold words hung in the air as Meredith’s heart raced, adrenaline surging through her veins. oh god, I think… The sexual tension was palpable as Heather put Meredith to the test. She watched for her reaction.
