Olivia’s Journey: Chapter 5
Olivia stumbled through the front door of her home just after 6 p.m., her legs wobbling like jelly from the four-hour brothel shift that had left her a dripping, cum-soaked wreck. The six-inch stilettos clicked unevenly on the hardwood as she kicked them off, her bare feet sticky with dried squirt and the grime from the stage floor. She peeled off the sweat-drenched crop top and shorts—now crusted with bills the patrons had shoved into her cleavage and ass crack—tossing them in a heap by the door. Her 36C tits bounced free, nipples raw and swollen from the phantom clamps and the rough gropes of the men who’d tipped extra for “close-up views” through the one-way mirrors. Her bald pussy throbbed like a heartbeat, lips puffy and gaping from the relentless multi-cock pounding via the …