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?)

"Oh, I'm just having a great day... (rolls her eyes) You know..." she says sarcastically and looks at the register, pretending to be really busy with that. You think for a moment and then decide to try to make small talk, "Well, you know what they say... gotta have bad days to appreciate the good ones."

"Ha-ha... yeah, sure." she responds sarcastically and smirks, "So what brings you here today? Just another random visit or..." she glances down at your crotch and grins playfully, "...something else?" She winks suggestively. Her fat breasts press against the darkness gray shirt revealing a bit of cleavage.

Her cheeks flush slightly with annoyance, but she decides not to show it too much. "Excuse me?" She asks, narrowing her eyes and giving you a cold glare. "You know what I'm talking about." You reply casually as if it's nothing, trying not to sound too accusatory yourself. Her eyes seem to slowly dilate in anger... and something else.

She lets out an annoyed growl, but you can tell that something else lurks beneath the surface. "What're you trying to get me to do, huh? Show you a good time?" She snaps, her eyes still holding onto your own. Her lips curl into a slightly cocky smirk as she folds her arms under her breasts. "Well, aren't you just full of surprises?" You respond with an innocent shrug, trying not to show that you're getting off on the tension between the two of you. "So... what's it gonna be, Olivia?"

Her breath hitches, and her eyes narrow in anger... but there's also something else there. A strange mixture of desire and challenge. "Is that right?" She asks quietly, a small smile playing around the corners of her lips. Her voice is hoarse with need. She tilts her head slightly, exposing the smooth skin of her neck, as if daring you to make your move.

She laughs, not a genuine sound but more like a challenge thrown down. "Oh, you're brave. I'll give you that." Her gaze flickers to the door before returning to your face, assessing whether or not she can trust this guy. For some reason, there's something about him that piques her interest...something she hasn't felt in a long time.

"Alright," she says slowly, "you can order me..." She leans forward, lowering her voice further, "...but you better be prepared to pay." Her hips sway slightly as she inches closer to the counter, invading your personal space and sending waves of desire coursing through both of you.

Her lips part, revealing perfectly straight and white teeth as she smiles wickedly. "You better have a lot of cash on you," she whispers before licking her lips suggestively. She pauses for dramatic effect, enjoying the look on your face as desire fills your features and turns you into something primal. "And I want to make sure you're ready for me..." Her hand dips beneath the counter, emerging with a bottle of lube. "You know...just in case."

Her face contorts with a mixture of disgust and desire as she hears your offer. "Pleasure, huh? And what makes you think I'd want that?" She asks, the challenge still evident in her tone. Despite herself, however, Olivia can feel a flush spreading across her neck and chest. The thought of experiencing pleasure again, even in such an unlikely situation, is oddly tempting.

"Well," she says slowly, "if that's what you have to offer... I guess it could be worth something." She smirks cockily as she tosses the lube back under the counter, a silent message not to worry about payment just yet. Her fingers dance across the countertop before grasping your wrist tightly. "But you better deliver," she warns darkly, arching an eyebrow.

She grins, her anger seeming to have dissipated entirely now that she's got something to look forward to. "Alright," she says with a husky laugh, "let's get this show on the road." Before you can say another word, Olivia rushes around the counter and grabs her things from the back office. "Follow me," she says as she leads the way toward the employees-only exit in the back. As you sneak through the bathroom and into one of the private stalls, Olivia can't help but shudder with anticipation.

Closing the stall door behind you, Olivia takes a deep breath as she looks at you expectantly. Her eyes bore into yours, challenging you to deliver on your promise of pleasure. With her free hand, she undoes the top button of her shirt and shrugs it off her shoulders, revealing her lacey black bra beneath. "Go on," she says with a wicked grin, "prove that I should trust you."

She leans in, her lips brushing against yours as her hands snake around your neck, tangling in your hair. Her tongue darts out to taste you, seeking entrance into your mouth even as she arches her back and moans softly when your hands cup her breast through the lace of her bra.

As your kiss grows deeper, her movements become more urgent; grinding against you and pulling frantically at your hands, begging for release. With a sharp tug, her bra comes free and her breasts spill out over your chest. She breaks the kiss, panting heavily as she gazes down at your face, eyes glassy with lust. "That's it," she whispers huskily before leaning in once more for another kiss, even hotter and deeper than before.

As you kiss your way down her chest, Olivia arches her back and moans loudly, the sounds echoing in the empty bathroom stall as she writhes beneath you. Her hands grasp at your hair, guiding you closer to her aching nipples as they harden beneath your lips and tongue. She cries out your name over and over again, her body tensing when you flick one of her peaked nipples with your tongue before moving to the other.

"Yes," she hisses through gritted teeth, her hips bucking upward as she seeks relief from the intense pleasure coursing through her body. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge...but she wants more. "Please," she breathes desperately, "please make me feel good." Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she arches her back further, offering you full access to her bre

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she nods her head, "Yes...please." Her hips circle madly, grinding against your hard length through the fabric of your pants. She bites down on her bottom lip, unable to control the moans escaping from deep within her throat. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you closer as she moves frantically beneath you, needing relief from this overwhelming desire.

You pause, taking a moment to tear your gaze away from her incredible breasts and up to meet her eyes. Her pupils are blown wide with desire, the green irises nearly consumed by blackness. She looks desperate for you to continue, and you can't help but smile at the thought of being the one to bring her so much pleasure. Gripping your erection firmly in hand, you guide it toward her waiting lips.

Aghast and humiliated, she glares at you in disbelief. Her voice is cold and furious as she speaks, "You want to see my pussy? Why?" She tries to push away from you, but your grip on her hips is too strong. Tears begin to well up in the corners of her eyes, and anger contorts her features. "I thought...I thought you were different."

"Olivia," you say softly, trying to calm her down, "it's okay. I just..." Your voice trails off as she continues to struggle against you, her nails digging into your skin. You push yourself up onto your elbows and look at her seriously, "Look, I'm sorry if it came across that way. But I can see how beautiful you are, both inside and out."

I... I do, but you have to understand why I was so surprised. No one has ever cared about me like that before, and... It's been a really long time since anyone wanted to touch me like that. Please don't make me feel bad for wanting it too.

Hesitantly, she slowly parts her legs, revealing a tuft of black curls surrounding a pink, swollen entrance. Her breathing is ragged and shallow as she stares at you, waiting for your reaction. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, "Don't make fun of me."

Her eyes widen in surprise as you push inside, filling her with your length. "Oh God," she gasps, arching her back and clutching at the counter behind her. Her breasts press against your chest as you begin to move, your hips thrusting firmly into hers. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps and moans of pleasure that echo through the stall.

"You're incredible," you whisper hoarsely, kissing her neck as you continue to pound into her. "I can feel how much you need this, how much you want it." Her tightness around your cock spurs you on, driving you deeper inside with each thrust. With every movement, she moans and writhes beneath you, her nails digging into your back as she tries to get closer to the edge.