Hard Masturbation

I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Meredith whimpered. As her panties pool around her ankles, Meredith sat back on her heels. She tried to work up the nerve to beg to touch. Heather, the sorority president, exudes an aura of power and sensuality. She dressed in her usual gothic style – black lace top, ripped jeans, and combat boots. Heather’s gaze was steady, almost expectant, as Meredith sat beside her on the couch. With each shuddering breath Meredith takes, her ruined cunt clenches weakly around the invading seed, causing it to bubble up and overflow. She swallowed hard, trying to process the new sensations and taste. The desperate, breathy noises were music to Heather’s ears. Meredith, her face etched with shock and terror, remained frozen on the couch, unable to flee from the onslaught. The seconds ticked by the only sound Heather’s ragged breathing as she fought to maintain control. Heather emerges from beneath Meredith’s legs, crawling slowly up her body, her hands and eyes brazen