Her voice ragged with arousal as she continued pumping her fingers in and out of her dripping cunt. This hairstyle accentuates her vulnerability and shame, as if her own hair is conspiring to hide her expression of utter mortification. Her back arched off the table and her fingers clawed desperately at the surface beneath her. The awful realization that this was only the beginning of her initiation nightmare made her want to scream. She could feel the tension slowly bleeding out of the other woman, replaced by a different kind of tautness. Heather’s fingers glistened with their own arousal, started to circle her clit. Both women panting softly with arousal. Heather’s chin glistened with Meredith’s arousal as she worked her over, drool dripping down to the floor. I can see how much you’re enjoying this, even if a part of you is shocked by your reaction.” Heather said. Her hand on Meredith’s knee began a lazy trail upwards, her touch feather-light and electric. The cool air of the room seemed to have no effect on her –
