She could feel Meredith tightening, her body coiling like a spring ready to snap. Goosebumps prickled her exposed flesh in the cool air of the bedroom. She swallowed hard. After a moment, Heather slid her fingers lower. As the brutal violation continued, a flicker of anguish crossed Meredith’s tear stained face. Her grip on her hair grew tighter, to the point of hurting, as she held Meredith in place. She shrieked at the leering men, spittle flying from her mouth. “Your pussy feels amazing,” Heather said. Heather’s eyes never left Meredith’s face, drinking in every flicker of emotion, every hitch of breath. Heather’s gaze flicks over to Meredith, a cruel smirk playing at her lips. The air between them grew thicker, more charged with unspoken desire. Heather spread the swollen, abused lips with her fingers, holding them open to the cameras’ unblinking eyes.
