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She was hugging her knees as she looked out the window; her eyes were lifeless. "Belle." Olivia gently called for her. She had met Belle once previously at an innovation competition. She was full of vigor, and her eyes were radiant back then. The person on the bed moved and turned curiously toward Olivia. Before Olivia could speak, she grabbed her hand and shushed her. "Keep it down. Someone is trying to take my baby." Olivia looked at the pillow in her arm. She didn't want to trigger her, so she nodded and asked, "Who is trying to take your baby?"

Annabelle said. Olivia chuckled before she left the room. She headed to the bathroom and took her bath hurriedly. She came out of the bathroom ten minutes later. Annabelle, who was already waiting for her in the bedroom with a dress and makeup on the bed, stood up and walked up to her. “Olivia, put on this dress. You have to look seductive and beautiful,” Annabelle convinced her. She heaved a sigh as she stared at the pink bodycon gown. She sat down, letting Annabelle work her magic on her face.

I demanded as I spanked her ass cheek. Olivia’s back arched while she leaned back holding onto my legs as she bucked up and down on my cock. She took control and showed me how much she missed my dick. “Aaaa…fuck….it….Beautiful…fuck this dick,” I growled as she bounced up and down on my lap. I watched my dick disappear and reappear as she rode my member. “Mmmm…yeah..baby…I’ve missed your dick so much,” she wailed. Olivia bounced up and down on my pole.

I bet they’d be good friends, especially as seeing that Olivia acted mature for her age. A cleared throat brought me out of my thoughts, “Olivia, this is Belle, head of my IT department. She has an incredibly high IQ as well.” “Oh Jay, it’s not that impressive compared to yours. Only a 140,” Belle blushed. “Wow. I bet you all must have some intense debates,” Olivia said in amazement. “It can get a bit rowdy sometimes, but in the end we are all working towards the same goal,” I replied as Olivia gazed at me as if I were a God.

She felt Stark naked under those dark eyes. She couldn't give him the satisfaction of believing she was afraid of him. Furthermore, she smiled cutely, accentuating the faint dimples spotted on her cheeks. Olivia was eighteen, yet her good looks and figure could put her fellow girls into shame. Hair wavy and brown, eyes large and white like that of a puppy, porcelain skin smooth as jade, busty and tiny waist swaying down to a curvy and plump hips. All these were followed with smooth long legs.

Oscar, despite being in a very bad condition, always returned Olivia's gaze with a weak nod, giving her a little hope. One night, no matter how many days had passed, Olivia felt her stomach churn violently. She couldn't take it anymore. She knew this was her chance. "I... I have to go to the toilet," Olivia said, her voice weak and trembling. "I can't hold it anymore." Bella, who was guarding nearby at the time, looked annoyed. "What a bother!" She signalled to one of her henchmen, a small man who looked sleepy. "Untie her, and take her to the toilet. Don't be careless!"