She took a deep, shaky breath before speaking. The man fucking her just laughed at her anguished cries and curses, spurred on by her struggles. This exposed her glistening pink folds to the cool air of the room. Heather’s fingers pressed harder. Her face was contorted in a mixture of fascination and revulsion. The bulbous heads already leaking pre-cum. At her apex, her clitoris is visible, a small, sensitive nub that peeked out from its hood. Yet, a part of her was excited, eager even. Heather leaned in slightly. The men laugh and jeer, their cruel voices spurring Heather on to redouble her efforts to make Meredith climax against her will. Rivers of the creamy mixture seep out, coating her inner thighs and forming a puddle on the sofa below.
