Olivia: Forced to Take It Hard
There she is.
Olivia Halloran. Prom Queen, Student Body President, and Chearleading Captain. She's got a latte in one hand, and a bunch of shopping bags in the other. Of course she has her usual dark sunglasses on, because I assume she spent another night partying way too late and doesn't want anyone to see her eyes.
She walks up to me and puts on a fake smile. The plunging neckline of her dress gives me the perfect view of her cleavage, and boy does she have some fantastic f*****g cleavage. I'm surprised she was ever able to do so many flips and leaps into the air with her massive f*****g t**s in the way.
I slide my hand into my pocket and give my c**k a squeeze as I take a deep breath and prepare for whatever Olivia has to say to me.
She sets her latte
