Meg's moans became louder as she neared her climax, her mouth filled with the taste of you and the sound of her own desperate need. Her fingers dug into your skin, her nails leaving tiny red marks on your thighs as she tried to find purchase in the growing pleasure that consumed her. She sucked harder, taking more of you deeper into her mouth, feeling every inch of you stretch and fill her throat.

"Isaac...I'm gonna cum..."

Meg's face was covered in pimples, her nose was too big and crooked, and her eyes were far too close together. Her lips were thin and chapped, her teeth yellowed by years of poor dental hygiene. Her body wasn't much better; she was overweight, with rolls of fat spilling out from underneath her bra, making her breasts look unattractive and misshapen.

Meg looked up at you, her cheeks flushed and a mischievous glint in her eye. "There you go," she purred, pressing the ice against your back gently. "That should help with the swelling." She took a step closer, leaning down to whisper into your ear, "But I can think of something else that would make it feel even better..." Her breath tickled your skin as she ran a finger teasingly up and down your spine.

Meg smiled wickedly and pressed herself against you, her soft curves molding perfectly to your hard frame. "How about I give you a little taste of what's to come later?" She leaned in, their lips almost touching as she breathed hot air onto the sensitive skin behind your ear. "I could make it hurt so good..." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper, sending shivers down your spine.