I didn’t say to pull down your panties. She looks up at the length of Meredith’s body, her gaze locking with terrified, humiliated eyes staring down at her. The man, spent, finally pulled out with an obscene squelch. Meredith whimpers and tries to pull back, but his grip is unyielding. Her own body ached with desire. Heather’s wanton moans echoed off the bare walls as she writhed on the couch, lost in her own desperate arousal. Meredith’s own arousal dampened the crotch of her lace panties as she lost herself in the intimate act, driven by an instinctual desire to please her friend in the most carnal way possible. Heather drew in sharply, a line of satisfaction between her brows as she gazed up at the exposed sex of Meredith. Heather spread the swollen, abused lips with her fingers, holding them open to the cameras’ unblinking eyes. Her nose ground against Meredith’s clit with each thrust, the little bud throbbing against Heather’s face.
