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Of course she's right, and she's giving you permission to let go of your inhibitions. And she's also right that she's given you too much sass. It's time to quiet her down for a bit.

In a motion, more quickly than you thought possible, you unbutton, unzip and pull down your pants. Your thick, hard cock almost instinctively pops out.

And when Olivia's mouth opens from the shock of how quickly she's suddenly face to face with a throbbing cock, you shove it between her lips.

Olivia's pretty, famous eyes stare up at you simultaneously conveying "how dare you" and "whatever you do don't stop." But if there's any question as to whether or not she's in favor of what's happening, her attempts to suck on and lick up your shaft in her mouth answer that.

But you're not going for her lips or for her tongue. You're going straight for the throat. You shove your member into Olivia Munn as hard and deep as possible. And soon her lips are pressed up against your body. And you can see that she has one hand pressed against you to steady herself and another reaching between her own legs.

So you thrust. You thrust hard, feeling her throat constrict around the tip of your cock. It feels amazing. Olivia's body wretches. But you have no plans to stop thrusting, maybe ever. And she's not giving you any indication that she wants you to stop. Instead she seems to be rubbing at herself faster and faster.

She rubs at herself faster, as her eyes tear up and her mascara runs down her cheeks. She rubs at herself faster as spit pours from the side of her mouth. She rubs herself as she gags and chokes on your cock.

And you still thrust. Over and over and over.

Olivia's hand that braces itself against you starts to claw itself against you. Still you thrust. The noises she makes are loud and wild. She sounds like she may pass out.

So you stop, finally pulling your cock from between her tonsils. As you pull it from her lips and release her mouth back to her, buckets of spit pour out of her.

She looks up at you, her face a mess of sweat and spit and mascara. She's panting. "Why... did you stop?" She's breathing heavily, her tits heave up and down. And you desperately want to see them. "I thought you were.... going to prepare me for this orgy... not recreate my tender fucking prom night."

Unbelievable. You relent for a moment and she's back to sassing you. Okay, you think, if she wants to know what it's like to be in a BDSM orgy, you're going to show her.