Olivia Casta Sexy Romane & Geschichten

My hands started trembling. And when I saw what I should never have seen, a small part of me still tried to deny it. “Ah!” Olivia moaned. “Xavier...” she called out in a breathy voice that made my legs go weak. From where I stood, I could see Xavier kneeling in front of the bed while Olivia, half naked, spread her legs wide open for him like an offering. “You like this. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have come here just to fuck me,” Xavier said as he slipped his fingers inside her.

Ophelia's POV "Lia, can you bring two bottles of beer to table 17? It seems Sir Arnold wants to have a little chat with you," Ava Castillo, my best friend, and a co-bottle girl at the strip club said to me as she stepped into the dressing room. I sighed in frustration on hearing the name of the club's most valued patron and one of the numerous old men who had proposed to be my sugar daddy from the first day I started working at the “Sex in a bottle” strip club.

I couldn't focus on anything. My body is on fire. It’s itching to move on its own, seeking pleasure, wanting the release. He was driving me crazy and I felt like nothing was in my control. Somehow, this was everything that I wanted at this moment, and yet… and yet… “What do you want, Olivia?” he whispered. The voice is enticing, making me lose all sense of control. I want to be ravaged. I want to be owned. It’s driving me insane.

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.

"Speaking about modelling shape and body, you seem perfect, sister-in-law." Olivia resist as Isabella tries to take the dress from her and walks to the side of the bathroom door, she tiptoe and swift the curtain to cover herself as she changes. Isabella stays there watching her figure from behind the curtain and smile "you have a golden natural hair, you look amazing and sexy too." No reply. Olivia swift's the curtain open and gives Isabella a shy gaze. "You see, look at you being sexy for my big brother." "Don't say that!"

It’s a woman’s voice, but still Max felt tingling jealousy in him. “What the fuck, Oli? You are with a guy. Are you doing sex? Is he satisfied you? Look Olivia, if he can’t, don’t say with him longer. If he can’t fulfill you now, he cannot do it in the future,” Laila’s excited voice was so loud that Max heard everything clearly. His ears turned red but pretended to be busy reading mails. “I hate you, Laila,” Olivia shouted and cut the call.

This day was truly cursed for Lara. "What do you mean by this?" Lara yelled as soon as Olivia entered and closed the door. Lara immediately stood up, lunged at Olivia, snatched the indecent photo, and tore it into unrecognizable pieces. Olivia laughed slyly. "I have a thousand more nude photos of Seno that are even more shocking than the one you just destroyed, you fool!" "W-what?!" "Come on. Divorce him, Lara. Seno is too good for you." Olivia's words were like those of a drunken person with no sense of decorum. How could a sane woman like her force someone to suddenly divorce their husband? Especially while sick?

Jase is the one who is driving while I and Olivia sat in the backseat, and they actually make a great team on teasing me. Olivia wears an above-the-knee yellow knife-pleated skirt which revealed her white long sexy legs and a black crop top she topped with a blazer. She has a long dazzling earring and she tied her blonde hair in a ponytail. She’s tall and her outfit suits her. Olivia can literally pass the standard of being a Barbie doll. I just wore a red mini tube dress that I also topped with a black blazer and paired with pointed high heel shoes. I smelled the aromatic scent of sauvage cologne in the car and saw Jase spraying some of it to himself.

I asked teasingly, knowing how much she hated being called that. “Come on, Les,” she sighed, collapsing onto the bed without caution. Her soft breasts shook aggressively, making my dick jerk. “My name is Olivia; call me that and stop with this kitten nonsense.” “So, did you get the job as an intern?” Her face lit up, and she smiled. “What do you take me for? I'm the renowned Olivia Brown, for goodness' sake. I get everything I want whenever I want it.”

Seeing that he did not yield an answer, Sylvia probed again, "Don't tell me that you still have perverted ideas about your ex-wife, do you?” This stunned Odell for several seconds, then he suddenly curled his lips into a wretched smile and said, “Do you think I’ll have any interest in a disgusting witch like you who would even try to seduce her sister’s fiancé?” "Then, why did you kiss me?" Sylvia countered, "Aren't you afraid of tarnishing yourself?” "You're dirty, but at least still more presentable than those women you see in clubs.” He smiled coyly. “Besides, since you like fishing for men’s attention, I might as well have my fun with you.”