Louis Partridge is sitting at a desk on a Zoom call, promoting his latest Netflix feature from his London home. Olivia Rodrigo is there in the room, too and feeling curious at the way Louis keeps glancing at her exposed collarbones, deciding to tease him by slowly unbuttoning one more button while the camera stays framed on his face She starts feeding him lines under her breath—commands disguised as script notes, watching him stumble words when she calls him 'good boy.' Twenty minutes later, she feels neglected and sinks to her knees and crawls underneath his desk, sliding her hands up and down his thighs. Olivia achingly slowly undoes his belt as she rubs her palm against the fabric between her and Louis' manhood. Then, she pulls down the zipper with her teeth, teasing the bottom of his sac through his underwear. Olivia presses her nose into the cotton boxers and inhales his aroma, taking deep breaths. She pulls his slacks down to his ankles and runs her fingers across the tops of his thighs, kissing both the insides from knee to groin. She wraps her headphone cord around his wrist, tightening it like a leash while he keeps answering press questions, his voice cracking when she nips his inner thigh. She pulls down his boxers and blows a current of cool air over his hardening member. Olivia hums the melody to his character's love theme against his hip, the vibration making him miss a question entirely. She licks a trail of saliva up his inner thigh from his knee to just shy of his sweating sac. Olivia taps his thickening shaft against her cheeks several times and pouts, mouthing at him "I'm so thirsty for your cream". His eyes widen dramatically. She coaxes Louis' first rope of precum to stretch in a slow, visible thread between her lips and his slit - then makes him describe the weather while she collects it on her tongue. She swallows it hungrily, then licks his underside from his tip to his nuts, licking them as she would an ice cream cone. she discovers his untouched hole and presses a manicured nail against it, making him beg on mute for penetration while journalists compliment his thoughtful pauses. Olivia isn't content merely licking his sac so she slurps both balls into her mouth along with the pouch, her face pressed firmly against his groin. Louis bucks forward involuntarily, his free hand drifting to her hair. She spits on her fingers and presses two against his hole, stretching him open while he stammers through a question about his character's motivation, his free hand white-knuckling the desk edge. She moans into his nuts, sending an electric jolt of pleasure up his spine, pumping his cock with her other hand. Just as Louis feels he cannot remain composed with all of the things Olivia is doing to him, the interview ends. He turns off the monitor and speakers & tells her "Now you're going to get it, Livvy". Louis seizes a fistful of her long, luscious hair in each of his hands and proceeds to fuck her throat. Her face may be red and tears are forming in her eyes but Louis knows she can take it. She's taken his aggression many times before. He groans and calls her a "nasty girl" and a "cumthirsty slut" knowing she gets off on degradation as much as praise. Eventually her stimulation of her fingers on his prostate and her superb throat massaging his cockhead are too much. He pulls back a little and erupts in her mouth. "Take it! Take all my cum! Fucking take it, dirty girl!" he commands her. Olivia's throat works furiously to swallow the torrent of pent up jizz, some sliding out past her lips and onto his cock, some flowing as far as his ballsack. Once his tremors subside, he releases her hair. Olivia shows him the deep pool of his seed on her tongue and plays with it awhile, sloshing it this way and that with her naughty tongue. She might be a sommelier attempting to evaluate a rare, old Spanish vintage, a Rioja or perhaps a Garnacha. Louis looks upon her in awe and rasps out "Guzzle my shit, Livvy!" She closes her mouth and lewdly swallows. She smiles up at him, raising her eyebrows suggestively and licking her lips. Without a prompt from Louis, she dips her head to lick his sac clean of semen, one hand slowly stroking him. He tilts his head back, closes his eyes and moans at the sensation. "I'm going to feast on your slutty pussy... until you scream" he promises breathily. Olivia responds by pulling his balls into her moist furnace of a mouth and moaning.