With Olivia "punishing" Grace for her bigot behavior

Olivia was so full of passion and temper, something I admired right from the first time when I meet her. It was this temper that drove us into the sheets for the first time and ever since she had been the one who was in the lead in our relation.

Sitting right next to me at the bed she peered down at me in a mixture of anger and .... well at least I hopped it was lust....

One moment later this proud Roman godess was sitting straddle legged ontop of me.

"Well Grace...." she said carressing me softly, yet teasing me with every touch. Knowing too well what she was doing, how to instill my carving for more.

"...if you insist to go there with this fool..." now she had me where she wanted me: Wanting more, carving for it

"I potentially should just kick you out of my flat and send you back to him!" I was shocked, was she playing with me? Or was she serious about it. My body was yearing for her touch, now and here! She was so cruel to threaten me to send me out without releasing me from this longing.