Belle Olivia Anal Novels & Stories

Bella's POV “And then the same guy was there when I met with the police,” I tell Norah. I have asked her to meet with me finally for the first time since hours before the incident. “He was just there when I walked in. With his lawyer,” I add. She swallows down her milkshake before gasping dramatically. “This … Oliver? Tell me what he’s really like, Bella,” she pleads with a pout. I shake my head. And no matter how hard I try to keep a straight face while I talk about him, an involuntary smile creeps onto my face and I sigh.

Yes, I love it," I spoke in my sleep not realizing what I was saying before welcoming the warmth of sleep Austin POV. Oliva was beyond beautiful. Breathtaking gorgeous. I took in a deep breath, inhaling Olivas's sweet scent. Her naked body was pressed firmly against mine, and my arms tightened around her naked waist, pulling her close to me. We fit each other so perfectly.

She trailed her fingers from her n*****s all the way down to her belly button and then to her p***y. Slowly and steadily, she opened up her swollen cunt, separating the lips to show her clit, sticking out, ready to be given attention. Olivia looked straight at her husband with hooded eyes, watching as he looked at her too, mouth slightly agap, hands rubbing vigorously on his d**k. She smiled at him and then stuck her finger straight into her opening, eyes still on him. “God! Oh f**k Olivia!” Caspian’s voice rang out from the phone, his breathing coming in hard and laboured.

“Good night? What are you doing? Why the rush to get rid of me?” “I’m busy, Gabe.” “Busy with what?” “Well, right now, there’s a 6’3” guy going down on me under the covers. And… it feels fucking amazing!” “Olívia, you think I don’t know you? You think I’d believe that?” A terrifying silence came from her end. “Olívia? Olívia, are you hearing me?”

Ally stands, satisfied with their work. “See you later Livvy. Loverboy, you look, well just make sure you wash it off in half an hour. She chuckles as she leaves. I turn to Olivia and she has tears in her eyes, before I can worry she laughs hysterically and I know they are tears of laughter. She tries to calm herself down as her facemask dries but everytime she looks at me she bursts out laughing again. “Oh, my face funny is it angel?” I ask. She is still pinning me down, but not really. I am just enjoying her legs straddling me. Her cleavage is close to my face and I just want to put my face in it. So I do.

hard, Keenan put on the second one and I couldn't take my eyes off Liam. He just gently directed me back to Keenan with his head, and I shifted my gaze as indicated. Keenan picked up another box, a bigger one this time, and as soon as he opened it, my eyes went wide. It contained an anal plug of considerable size. Not only that, but the tip of it had a smaller ball attached to it. I've seen Oliver use one of those and the girl doing the work for him... You could see the girl was uncomfortable the entire time that she had the plug inside her. Yet, at the same time, she was also very aroused.

“You’re nothing but a manipulative liar!” But as the words left my lips, Olivia’s smirk only widened, and with a theatrical flourish, she lifted her shirt to reveal her stomach. My breath caught in my throat as I stared in disbelief at the bulge beneath her clothes. “What… what is that?” I stammered, unable to comprehend what I was seeing. With a triumphant gleam in her eyes, Olivia gloated, “This, my dear Kendall, is the key to Declan’s heart. A fake baby bump, courtesy of Doctor Sanders.”

Olivia came with a scream that echoed off the bathroom tiles, her pussy clenching around Gregory's cock, her legs shaking so badly that only his hands on her hips kept her upright. Gregory followed immediately, emptying inside her again, marking her for the third time. "Five," he said, pulling out slowly. "One more. And then I'll let you rest." *** After the shower, Gregory dried Olivia carefully and led her back to the bed. "One more," he said. "And I want to try something. Have you ever done anal?" Olivia's breath caught. "Once. With Tyler. It hurt and he didn't prepare me properly and I hated it."

she whispered. "What the fuck!" I screamed, the orange juice in my glass sloshing dangerously close to the rim. "Olivia!" "Wait," Becca leaned in, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and fascination. "What do you mean? How is it horrible? He’s a champion polo player!" Olivia sighed, clasping her hands tightly in her lap, her boho-chic rings clicking together. "His dick is small," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "And I... I never cum. Ever. It’s just five minutes of nothing and then he falls asleep."

I quickly pulled away to drop the glass and place it on the floor and returned to her, who was leaning the back of her head to keep from falling, though my arms held her body as well, wrapping around the small waist as I soaked that natural honey, lowering my mouth to find that apotheosized and wet center for me. One finger elicited a loud gasp from her mouth. Two, and she was about to finish. At the third finger incorporated, she pressed her hands to my shoulders, a clear signal for me to come up, undress, and penetrate her urgently. I got up quickly and flipped her over. I unbuckled my belt, unzipped it, pulled out my erect phallus, located the door, and slipped through there! "Ahhh!" Oliv