Immediately, one of the waiting players stepped forward. Heather just grins more at Meredith’s outburst, clearly enjoying seeing the girl squirm and beg. The football player gripping Meredith’s wrists tightened his hold, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. Heather, emboldened by Meredith’s desperate pleas and the intoxicated power she held over Meredith, made a bold move. She looked up at the sorority president with a mix of nervousness, excitement, and raw, ached desire. The way her thighs clenched together as if trying to trap Heather’s hand in place. Heather chuckled softly at Meredith’s confusion. “A generous donation to our sorority, and you too could feel a tight pussy clench around your cock, you could paint her insides with your own sperm.” Heather said. final pledge, isn’t it?” Heather said.
