She made a show of licking her lips clean, savoring the taste of Meredith’s defilement. Heather noticed how Meredith’s breathing had quickened and the hardened peaks of her nipples visible through her thin top. After thoroughly Heather cleaned Meredith’s juices from her fingers, she leaned in close. The air between them crackled with tension, the unspoken dare hanging heavy. Heather began to pump her fingers at a steady pace. “Tell me how you want me to touch you.” Heather said. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Each man’s massive, thick cock, a testament to the extensive physical conditioning of a college football player, hung heavily between their legs – a forest of intimidating shafts, each at least 8 inches long and girthy. She swirls her tongue around, stirring up the disgusting cocktail of fluids before withdrawing with a lewd slurp, gasping.
