Ruin Lati's life

Erin hates Lati, and that word doesn't do the animosity justice. Lati's never done anything wrong to you, but if you can deliver Erin's arch rival, the smoking hot blonde would probably do more than just fuck you once or twice. Besides, some cunt-on-cunt antagonism is always hot.

"Lati deserves..." you try to choose the proper words... "to be put in her place."

Erin squeezes her hands into fists. She's so wired, you think she might snap at the slightest provocation.

"Not just privately, that's not enough. I don't know what she ever did to you, but the bitch deserves to be somewhere far away where the sun doesn't shine. A mental ward, prison... maybe both. She wouldn't be so high and mighty then."

This is what Erin wanted to hear. The alpha queen bee is either going to jump your bones, or produce a very sharp blade and go on a morgue-filling spree. Erin tosses her ponytail over her hair, goes to the mirror to check out her immaculate reflection. "Indeed," is all she says, but you can practically hear the gears of her mind twirling and whirling.

When she turns to you, Erin has ice in her eyes. Her lithe body is languid, relaxed, and her posture seems nonchalant to the untrained eye. Her huge, perfect breasts are steady, and the muscles under her flat stomach are at ease. Erin looks at you with such a cool expression it's absolutely bone chilling.

"Ruining her life isn't enough." Well, if you thought these two were an 'opposites attract' scenario, you were wrong! "Locked up isn't enough..." Erin comes over to you and gets on her knees, begins fondling your cock. "you can do whatever you want to that curvy little hippy." Fluffing your cock into a raging boner, Erin grins malevolently at you. "Just make sure we expose her to everyone first: her admirers, her family... then we can send her off to a mental hospital..."