"Aqqcc~!"
Nellie made a soft, squeaky sound—almost like a gasp but gentler, cuter—and immediately clapped her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide.
Olivia turned to look at her.
Lor glanced too, then shifted back to Olivia.
"It's up to you." He said, handing her the reins for the decision.
There was a pause.
Olivia's brows drew together in a tight crease.
Her lips parted—hesitated—then pressed into a thin line of resolve.
"…Can I switch with her?" she blurted, voice taut with urgency.
"Like—can I take Nellie's part? I'll sit on your face, like last time. And Nellie can grind on you—she's got those thick thighs, you like that, right?" She glanced between them. "Nellie, you'll switch, won't you?"
Nellie froze under the weight of attention.
Her eyes flicked from Olivia to Lor, wide and uncertain.
Nervous. Overwhelmed.
But agreeable, as always.
She gave a small, hesitant nod.
Lor shook his head slowly. "That's not allowed."
Olivia narrowed her eyes. "Why not?"
