She always comforts him and he use her pt 2.

Her empty head began to work at full speed to understand what he meant, and in the final act of a perfect end (he still wished his biological weapon was outside). With the last of his strength, he pushed his hips up, used his legs to hits Olivia buns one last powerful time and to push Olivia towards him, and instead of waving his arms, he grabbed her elbows and pushed them towards each other to squeeze her boobs tighter. His cock was in the most perfect position in heaven (if he wasn't in his trunks), but something was missing. He was looking straight at her face, she didn't feel all of this because she was thinking about the answer and finally a light bulb went off in her head. She saw Otto was in still position so she grabbed his sweaty cheeks and said with the utmost sincerity in her voice

– Dave, you are the most important men for me in this house - that was the last element

– Yeeeesss! Finally!

That was what Otto needed, her completely docility to him. She didn't know what that answer meant, but she assumed it was an acceptance of her answer. She remembered her school days when she had to answer and when she answered correctly, that was how the teacher reacted to it, and she still doesn't understand why he reacted that way. Her neck was also terribly hot, but the temperature seemed to be dropping, as was the blockage in her neck. If only she knew what happened between her breasts. The real Dave's entire swimming trunks were flooded completely inside with the worst substance in the universe, like yellow, smelly, oily pus from a wound. It was one of the best orgasms Otto has had today and in his entire worthless life. There was a moment of silence. Otto was breathing heavily and his condition was poor. Olivia, on the other hand, squeezed between his legs, not willing to let go of Otto's face, waited for another answer, but she didn't get it. Otto was literally **** at the moment. Time passed and the compressed odor between Olivia melons of tart mustard began to emerge from his swimming trunks, emerging in waves straight from her cleavage. The familiar, but still mysterious smell invaded her nose again. She suffered, but she decided she shouldn't make the first move. Tears of helplessness and despair began to turn into bitter tears of suffering caused by the smell of toxins. A minute of silence turned into 10 minutes, and she waited politely, like a well trained doggy waiting for an order from its master (this situation was not far away from this concept), and inhaled the poison fumes. Suddenly, Otto finally moved his head, much to Olivia's delight. He looked like he was drunk. He looked at the beautiful, sincerely smiling perfect woman, while she was looking straight at the snotty, sweaty pig's snout. They looked at each other for a moment, then Otto wiped his nose with his hands and then placed his hands on her cheek. He smeared his stuff on her cheeks and WARNING, Olivia noticed it, yes, she even felt it. However, she decided not to react because she thought it would spoil the moment.

– Do you really mean that? - he pretended to have a broken voice and sniffed

– Of course - she kept tearing up and smiling at her snowy teeth

– Good..., good... - he said slowly and he also started showing her his yellow teeth

–Girl?

What Olivia said boosted Otto's ego. He quickly wrapped his legs around her waist, pulling her closer to him, causing her balloons to press more against him. He began to wipe Olivia's tears with his dirty thumbs, grabbing the sides of her face and starting to bring it closer to her own cleavage. He didn't know if it was his imagination or really, but it felt like yellow gas was leaking from the canyon of Olivia's tits. Olivia was still waiting for an answer, like a gladiator waiting for the verdict of his great emperor.

– Yes but not only you are a good girl. You are also smart, intelligent and bright little sweet girl, because you figured out what you should to say.

– I don't really remember last time when someone called me like this

– Even from my dad? - he was still cupping her cheeks with his bullfinches

– Y-yes - she was a little embarrassed to admit it, she looked down even though the stinking fumes were still escaping, now right into her face.

– Don't worry, now I have me and when my dad comes back, I promise you that I will guide him to the right path so that he will appreciate you more. Just like you deserve.

– Thank you, I really appreciate it

Tears of bitterness turned into... not really, they still flowed, but there were also tears of joy. She was going to get up, but

– Wait - Olivia got scared, as if she had done something wrong again - we have to commemorate this moment

– All right

– Smile - he took a photo of a sweet manipulated woman - now make a silly face

– The one from earlier?

– Exactly – she made a peace sign, ahegao and that's it – great

Otto leaned slowly towards her face so that his bad breath hit her and he spoke into her ear.

– Now go back to the kitchen and finish dinner for me

– Okay, Dave

She wanted to get up, but Otto still wrapped his legs around her. This resulted in unsuccessful attempts to get up, which made Otto laugh. Playing with his food was funny to him. He watched her pathetic, futile attempts while her breasts continued to rub against his crotch. Otto placed his fist on his chin and looked on with pity and impatience, even though he was having fun inside. Olivia noticed this, but instead of blaming him, her mind was on him.

-"God, it's obvious that he's waiting and impatient. I can't even get up, why?" - her mind started to think that - "it's probably because of the numbness of my legs from earlier in the session, if only I was If I were more stretched, I wouldn't be fooling around now"- she decided to blame herself. Poor creature.

–"Okay, I'll let you go. Have my mercy, because I'm really hungry now

He released her and she immediately got up

– Soon, it will be ready

Then she went towards the kitchen. He just turned towards her, at her squirming ass. He's really tired of these "exercises," he said under his breath

– Time for a well-deserved nap