you decided to go out into the outside world after a few days, you're walking through the plaza and you see a mcdonalds, the sight of it makes you hungry so you decide to go inside, you join the small line to place your order and when it's finally your turn you still don't know what to really order, {{user}} stares at the menu and the combos and gets nervous, he looks at olivia who seems to be really upset why you're taking so long "oh come on buddy... order something dammit... there are people behind you who are hungry too" {{user}} can't stand the nerves and the pressure and ends up ordering the most basic combo, when they give him his order he sits down to eat and he thinks: damn... i didn't want to order this. {{user}} finishes his burger and heads to olivia's to pay for his meal (what are you going to do?)

Olivia raises an eyebrow, looking at the man with disbelief. "What do you want me to do? Pretend like I'm not stressed and having a bad day?" she says, her tone slightly annoyed. She takes his money and hands him change without even looking at him. "Have a nice day..."

Her expression softens slightly, but she looks somewhat suspicious. "Help with what? You don't even know me." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "Look, I appreciate the offer and everything... but it's not like you can just make my day better or anything." There's a hint of sadness in her voice as she says this.

It's not that I don't want to feel better... it's just... it seems like such a long shot. I mean, look at me... I work at McDonald's and I still can't find someone who actually makes me happy or satisfies me in bed... How would some stranger at the counter change that?

She takes a step back, eyes narrowing as she looks at you suspiciously. "You're not trying to set me up for something, are you?"

Even though you're not lying about the car, it still sounds too good to be true... But she can't help but feel drawn to your offer. "Fine," Olivia mutters under her breath before leading you through the back door and into a small break room. She glances around nervously, unsure of what to expect now that she's made this decision.

"You're supposed to make me feel good," she says, her cheeks flushing slightly at the thought of what she just agreed to. She takes a step closer, running her hands through her hair nervously as she waits for you to do something.

Her whole body shudders as she responds to your kiss, her hands fisting in your shirt as she pulls you closer. The feel of you against her sends a jolt through her, making it impossible for her not to want more. She moans into the kiss, arching her back and pressing their bodies together even tighter.

"Mmm... yes..." she whispers hoarsely between breaths, letting out a needy gasp as you grind against her. Her nipples harden under the thin fabric of her uniform top, aching for your touch. She pushes herself closer still, nearly falling over from the intensity of it all.

Her mouth is suddenly left wanting air as you continue to kiss her, your hands moving lower and cupping her ass through her leggings. She moans into the kiss, arching further into your touch. "Y-yes... that feels so good..." Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she clutches at your shirt, fingernails digging into the fabric almost painfully.

"More..." she whispers, practically begging for you to take her further.

Her cheeks flame as you undress her with your gaze, moving up to cup her heavy breasts through the fabric of her bra. She bites her lip, suppressing a moan as she watches your fingers dance over her sensitive nipples. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely. "Please..."

Eyes wild with need, she watches as you roughly pull off her shirt, revealing her heaving breasts to the cool air of the room. With a sharp inhale, she arches her back, pressing them further into your eager hands. Her nipples harden even more under your touch, and she moans loudly at the feeling of being so exposed and desired.

"Oh God..." she whispers hoarsely as you continue to caress her. "More... please..."

Her breath comes in short gasps as your hands explore her body, her mind spiraling out of control with desire. With a startled gasp, she feels your fingers brushing against the bare skin of her pussy through her thong, making her shiver violently. Her hips lift off the table slightly in response, needing more contact with your touch. "Oh God... yes..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back even further as you continue to tease her mercilessly. The feeling of being so close but not quite there is driving her wild, making every nerve ending tingle and ache for completion.

Her mouth opens in a silent scream as you press against her, making her wetness drip down the length of your shaft. She digs her nails into your shoulders, urging you closer still, her hips rocking hungrily upwards to meet the demand. "Fuck... yes..." she whispers hoarsely between ragged breaths. Her eyes drift shut as you slide inside her, filling her up in one hard thrust that makes her cry out in pleasure. "Oh God!" she exclaims, arching her back off the table as your length stretches her tightly. Her fingers twist in the sheets beneath her, digging into the fabric as she tries to find purchase for this unfamiliar sensation. "Harder..." she moans desperately, needing you to push her further and faster over the edge of ecstasy.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as you begin to pound her harder, faster. Her hips move in sync with yours, grinding against you, desperate for release. With each thrust she feels herself getting closer and closer, the pleasure building inside her until it's almost too much to bear. "Oh God... I'm close..." she moans out, gripping the sheets tightly as the orgasm explodes through her, leaving her shuddering and panting in its wake. "Oh my..." she whispers, looking up at you with dazed eyes. Her whole body feels like it's floating on a cloud of pleasure, and for once she doesn't feel the urge to push you away or snap at you. Instead, she reaches up, running her fingers through your hair as she continues to catch her breath.

Surprised by your invitation, she blinks up at you, her expression a mix of uncertainty and curiosity. "I... I don't know..." She looks away, suddenly feeling self-conscious about the fact that you made her feel so good. "I mean, we just met today." Even as she says it though, a small part of her wonders what it would be like to spend more time with you, to see if there could be anything more between them beyond this brief encounter.

"Well," you say, helping her off the table and straightening your clothes, "it's up to you. But I had a lot of fun with you today, and... well, I think we might have something here." You flash her a crooked smile, trying to reassure her that there wouldn't be any expectations or pressure if she decided to come over.

She blushes deeply at your comment and spank, the heat rushing to her cheeks as you leave. For a moment she just stands there, lost in thought, then finally shrugs and smiles to herself. "What do I have to lose?" she whispers to herself, deciding that it might be worth taking a chance on this mysterious stranger from the counter.

Lost in thought, she weighs the risks and benefits of going to your house tonight. On one hand, there's no telling what might happen if you turn out to be a psycho or just not her type. But on the other, that feeling of wanting more... She decides that taking a chance is worth it, at least this once. With determination in her heart and a little bit of hope, she sets off for your house at 7:00 sharp.

When she finally arrives at your house, her heart is hammering in her chest and her palms are sweaty. You open the door before she even has a chance to knock, smiling warmly at the sight of her standing there in the dark. "Hey," you say, stepping aside to let her in. "I'm glad you decided to come over." Your house is cozy and inviting, with comfortable furniture and soft lighting. You lead her to the couch, offering her a choice of movies from your collection. As you snuggle up together on the couch, Olivia can't help but feel an undeniable connection with you. She leans into you, enjoying the feeling of being close to someone who makes her feel so good.

She blushes brightly at your compliment, taking a small step back as if to make herself smaller. "Thanks... You're not so bad yourself," she murmurs, glancing away shyly. Her body language shows that she's unconsciously trying to draw attention to her curves, but her true intentions are hidden beneath a facade of innocence.

She ponders the question for a moment, considering her options. "I'm fine with whatever you're having," she says eventually, still feeling somewhat self-conscious about being in your house. Her gaze drifts back to you as you ask, taking in your appearance and trying not to stare too much.

The silence between you grows awkward for a moment before she speaks up again. "So... what's this movie about?"

She pauses, thinking about the movies she's seen recently. "How about 'The Notebook'? It's a romantic movie... not too sappy or anything." She smiles awkwardly, feeling herself redden as she suggests something so cliché. "I mean, if that's okay with you..."

"Okay." She takes the beer gratefully, feeling a little more at ease as she settles in next to you on the couch. As they begin watching the movie together, Olivia tries not to get too lost in it, focusing instead on how close they are and how good he smells. His arm brushes against hers every now and then, sending tingles up her spine and making it difficult for her to concentrate.

"So," she says quietly after a while, "what do you usually do when you're not working?" She glances over at him out of the corner of her eye, hoping he'll take this as an opportunity to get to know each other better.

She flushes at your compliment, her heart racing a little faster as she tries to focus on the movie. "Thanks," she murmurs, looking away for a moment before finally meeting your gaze again. "So what about you? You said you give your money away... does that mean you don't have any hobbies or anything?" She hopes this question doesn't sound too forward, but she's genuinely curious about the man sitting beside her.

Her skin tingles when your gaze lingers on her chest, and she finds herself growing increasingly aware of how close they are. The feeling of being wanted and desired like this is intoxicating, making her feel lightheaded and a little giddy inside. Maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad after all...

She smiles up at you, feeling warmth spread through her when you put your arm around her shoulder. "Oh, really?" she asks coyly, tilting her head to the side as their faces draw closer. His nearness sends a shiver down her spine, making it difficult for her not to lean in and kiss him right then and there.

Maybe tonight isn't so bad after all... She tells herself, closing her eyes and savoring the feel of being this close to someone who makes her feel so good.

"I have my parents and an older brother," she replies softly, her gaze lingering on your lips as you move closer. Your touch is making it difficult for her to focus on anything else besides the heat building between them. "What about you?" She tries to keep her voice light and casual, hoping that by talking about something else they can find their way back to a comfortable rhythm again.

Her heart beats faster as she feels your hand cupping her breast through her shirt, teasing her nipple into hardness beneath the fabric. It's been so long since anyone has made her feel like this... and with each touch she wonders if maybe you could be the one to change everything.

"Well, I'm glad too," she whispers, her lips inches from yours as she feels your hand becoming more insistent beneath her shirt. Her breath hitches when you brush her nipple lightly, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through her. She parts her lips slightly in anticipation of what might come next, leaning into the touch as if it were the only thing keeping her tethered to reality.

The moment seems suspended between them, charged with an almost palpable electricity. For a heartbeat she wonders if this is really happening or if it's all just some crazy dream, but the heat emanating from your body and the feel of your skin against hers banishes any lingering doubts.

Her face flushes crimson as she realizes what you're implying. "I-I don't know... It's just... different when it's with you, I guess." She feels a blush spread across her neck and chest, making her even more aware of your touches and how they make her feel.

Her hips arch into the pressure of your hand as he begins to knead her ass through her tight leggings, eliciting a soft moan from deep within her throat. The pleasure building between her legs grows almost unbearable, and she can feel herself growing wetter by the second.

"Yeah..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "It feels... good." Her hips rock against your hands in time with your movements, encouraging you to touch her more. She bites her lower lip, trying not to moan too loudly as pleasure rushes through her, leaving her lightheaded and desperate for more.

Her fingers dig into your arm as she arches her back off the couch, offering herself up to your touch in any way you desire. The feel of your hardness pressing against her hip only serves to heighten her arousal, making it impossible for her not to think about what else could happen between them tonight...

Her breath catches in her throat as you press harder against her, your erection hot and demanding. She moans softly, arching further into the pressure as her body aches for release. Your hands squeeze her ass firmly, massaging and kneading it through her leggings until she's sure she can feel every inch of you.

Her hips buck wildly against your touch, seeking more contact with your hard length. The pleasure building inside her is intense and all-consuming, leaving no room for anything else except the need to come apart under your skilled hands. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, a mixture of desire and gratitude written plainly across her flushed features.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "I want it so bad..."

I nod eagerly, my heart racing as I glance down at your crotch and lick my lips. My mouth watering in anticipation of what it will feel like to have you deep inside. "Y-Yes..." I stammer out, reaching between us to undo your pants, freeing your hardness from your jeans. My hand wraps around the base, stroking lightly as my other palm presses against your stomach, urging you closer still. "Please..." I whisper hoarsely again, my lips inches from where I know you want me to be.

With a gentle nudge of your hips, you guide me closer, guiding the head of your cock toward my waiting mouth. My eyes close in anticipation as I feel the tip brush against my tongue, wet and hot. I open my mouth wider, taking in just the very tip before sucking lightly, feeling the