Heather turned back to Meredith and her eyes gleaming with sadistic glee. She was enjoying the way the initiate flushes and trembles at her praise. She extended her index finger and traced it along Meredith’s slit, collecting the slick arousal that coats her inner thighs. Not here, not with me. Heather’s free hand gripped Meredith’s hip, holding her steady as she feasted on her. Heather gazed down at Meredith, taking in the sight of her glistening lips and chin, marked with the evidence of her climax. I don’t want to do this!” Meredith cries. Heather tilted her head, her smile turning thoughtful. A third football player, a hulking Latino man with a snake tattoo coiling up his muscled arm, stepped forward and handed Heather a large, clear glass jug. it’s swollen and throbbing, begging for attention. But Heather, lost in her own haze of passion, is not going to allow her growing pleasure to end. With each deep, brutal thrust back into Meredith’s savaged cunt, the athlete grunted and cursed, his heavy balls slapping lewdly against her
