Olivia knew this, of course. “If you didn’t want to be a slut, why did you let yourself get Slut Screened so many times?” I asked teasingly, almost cruelly, getting my fill of groping and squeezing her glorious new tits while my cock twitched in anticipation of what it knew was finally coming. Xxx That, of course, was exactly when she flirtily pulled away. She was straddling me on the couch the first time it happened that afternoon, but instead of just sitting there with blue balls once I realized she wasn’t going to let me cum, I grabbed an old tshirt off the back of the couch, spread it across my torso, and picked up where she left off, stroking myself right in front of her, staring at her body as I imagined how good it would feel to fuck her.
