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Heather pumped her finger faster, adding a second one to stretch Meredith further. what do you think the next step is?” Heather said. Meredith eagerly anticipating her next instructions. Heather could see the straining outline of Meredith’s clit beneath the drenched lace, just begging for attention. “Ugh, that’s so… The room felt like it had no air, the tension so thick it was suffocating. “Picture it, Meredith,” Heather panted. “It is not succeeding on some test. Tears streaked down her cheeks as she knelt there, helpless and ashamed, her most intimate parts on display for the leering crowd. She wants to hear Meredith beg for it. “Tell me how you want me to touch you.” Heather said. They positioned her at the other end of the sofa, pushing her to her knees on the cushions. Heather Udell’s tongue pushed past her lips, forcing the leaking cum back inside the battered hole. Meredith, in contrast, appeared nervous and wide-eyed.