Pov Deepthroat

Heather’s back arched off the couch as she fucked herself harder, lost in the depraved fantasy. Her hips wiggled slightly with excitement. “There were girls who walked in this house thinking all it took was charm or confidence to make it through,” Heather continued. She used her thumbs to spread herself even wider, exposing every glistening fold and crevice. In her hand she held a ceramic cup of herbal tea, steam rising as she spoke in a calm, measured tone. She was enjoying the way the initiate flushes and trembles at her praise. Heather’s clit throbbed at the apex of her spread thighs, flushed and engorged with arousal. She struggled to escape, her mind reeling with unaccustomed powerful feelings. Oh god! With a deep breath, she nodded and accepted the unspoken challenge.