Fucking With A Hippie

Heather wanted everyone to know that Meredith was her eager little plaything. The football player gripping Meredith’s wrists tightened his hold, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. At the same time, she sucked hard on Meredith’s clit, flicking the tip of her tongue rapidly over the sensitive bud. “It’s seen countless initiations, dinners, and late-night study sessions. Tears stream down her pale cheeks, her platinum blonde hair splayed out beneath her like a silvery halo. Heather grinned wickedly down at the trembling; eager pledge trapped between her thighs. Heather reached up with her free hand and tangled it in Meredith’s hair, trying to pull the girl’s face closer to her dripping cunt. Muscles flexed as hands slowly stroked those huge, throbbing cocks, awaiting Heather’s command. “You are so wet and eager for me. Heather Udell’s tongue pushed past her lips, forcing the leaking cum back inside the battered hole. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as she stared at Heather’s exposed vagina. Meanwhile, Heather focused her wicked attentions on Meredith’s clit. “Yes!