Reverse Cowgirl Rides Good Dick In Her Stockings

“Look at this pretty little pussy,” Heather said appreciatively. Heather pumped her finger faster, adding a second one to stretch Meredith further. Her hips undulated against Meredith face. Meredith’s breath came in short and shallow gasps. As quickly as it had begun, the chaos subsided. Meredith swallowed hard. “I’ll do whatever initiation you want, but please don’t make me do this with them!” Meredith said. “Come on Meredith, don’t be shy,” Heather purred. Heather’s vagina was a glistening pink cavern. Meredith’s mind races, her heart pounding frantically against her ribs as she realizes the true depravity of Heather’s plans. “You misunderstand. Meredith awaited Heather’s reaction. With each violent thrust, her tender inner walls strained and tore, delicate tissue ripping as it struggled to accommodate the cruel invasion. She felt a rush of power and desire. Heather continued to lick and suck through Meredith’s climax, prolonging her pleasure. The obscene sound of skin slapping against the skin mixed with Meredith’s anguished sobs and the creaking of the table under the force of his thrusts. Any pretense of restraint shattered. It shows all of what we’ve seen in you. The painful invasion stretched her delicate folds obscenely around the intruding cock, tearing through the tiny vagina.