oh god, I think… You should feel so honored. Her voice cracked and broke as sobs wracked her petite frame. They itched to touch, to caress, and to claim this most intimate part of Heather. “I’m not ready for this, please don’t make me… Her fingers moved in opposition to her tongue, fucking Meredith hard and fast as her mouth worked her clit. The fireplace flickers, casting danced shadows on the walls adorned with sorority paraphernalia and cryptic symbols. “Meredith,” Heather began, her words deliberate, “this stage of the initiation isn’t just about tradition; it’s about trust, about proving your commitment to what we stand for. The man remains unmoved by her plea, his expression one of cold indifference. Heather continued to lick and suck through Meredith’s climax, prolonging her pleasure.
