But she was patient, determined to savor this moment and took things slowed. She felt a sickening mix of revulsion and morbid curiosity as she peered into the gaping, twitching hole. Heather turned to face the camera directly, her face merely inches from Meredith’s ruined, gaped, and dripping vagina. A wicked grin spread across Heather’s face as she reached out to stroke Meredith’s cheek almost tenderly. Her delicate features were set in an expression of shock and doubt, full pink mouth parted in a soft “O” of surprise, glistening with the evidence of Heather’s excitement Meredith’s stylish, immaculately coiffed hair clung to her face in damp strands, tousled by Heather’s restless activity. The man gripping Meredith’s wrists tightens his hold, his fingers digging into her delicate skin. Heather grinned at the effect she’s having. It revealed more of that creamy, pale skin inch by tantalized inches. She took a deep, shaky breath before speaking. At the same time, she sucked hard on Meredith’s clit, flicking the tip of her tongue rapidly over the sensitive bud. “I thought
