The Heather’s voice a low, soothing purr. but it’s wrong, isn’t it? Heather takes a moment to palm the soft flesh. Waiting for Meredith to make a choice, to break the charged silence with action or defiance. The pungent musk filled Meredith’s nostrils, overwhelming and intense. “Let me make you felt good, Meredith.” Heather said. Meredith’s mouth opened ever so slightly, but she did not interrupt. “Let’s begin your special initiation.”
With a wicked grin, she made a subtle gesture to one of the football players, who stepped forward with a cruel laugh, the implication of their intentions hanging heavy in the air. Her gaze flicked downward, studying the intimate landscape. Her clit throbbed and her entrance winked around nothing. Heather spread the swollen, abused lips with her fingers, holding them open to the cameras’ unblinking eyes.
