Olivia Dunne Nude Photos Novels & Stories

Olivia was captivated by the texture of her skin. The two women held eye contact for several moments. Olivia felt as if she were searching for something in her companion's face as Roberta's lips red and full parted in a soft smile. Her arms were outstretched as Olivia came over to get on top of her. And then Olivia was maneuvering the older woman into position so that her own knees could rest between hers. She ran her hands down the full length of the nude flawless body to touch the dark private part with her fingers to part the soft wet folds, parting the flower of her womanhood as it were. Roberta was slippery and soft for her entry.

“So you think I’m not the same Cleo you killed? Then what do you have to say about this picture?” A second later, a notification pinged on the phone. Osmond tapped it open. His face went slack with confusion. It was a photo…a woman with dark hair and sharp eyes straddling an unconscious Damien. He was shirtless, wrists tied above his head, head lolled to the side. She was smiling straight into the camera. Osmond shoved the phone toward Olivia. “This the Cleo you killed?” Olivia stumbled backward, nearly tripping over her own feet. Her hand flew to her mouth in shock and horror.

Olivia was wearing a camisole underneath and a light blue baggy shirt on the outside. Wayne pulled at her roughly, which caused the buttons on her shirt to be ripped off. The white camisole inside was also pulled up. Her bare neck, collarbone, and shoulders were exposed. Even parts of her bra and her cleavage could be seen. Olivia's figure was superb, and her skin was flawless. Even if she wasn't fully exposed, it still made an emotionless man like Wayne freeze for a second and gulp. Even the man in black was stunned. Olivia's face looked plain, but her figure was great.

“Yeah! Hurry up, show us what we want to see! Stop dilly-dallying!” “Hah, if you want the money, stop pretending!” Olivia Larson gritted her teeth and took off her entire t-shirt. Now, she only had a tank top on her upper body. Both her arms were already completely exposed. Even if it was under a dimmed light, the fairness of her skin was still eye-catching. Olivia stood under the scrutinization of everyone else, so much so her nails started to dig into her flesh, but she still had a smile on her face.

That sly grin. "What?" I ask her. She giggles. "Nothing." Josh comes rushing to our table, holding his phone. He's laughing hysterically. "Have you seen this bitch darling? Her nudes were leaked." Wait, what nudes? Could it be Danna? "Who's nudes?" Troy asks. Josh giggles. "Danna Fox. She's so dumb." Oh lord! Her nudes were leaked? But, who did it? If Troy has no clue, then who did it?

Not just mine, but the rest of our team players that came in. "What? Mark, you have this art painting of Olivia in your house? Is this why you didn't want to let us in?" Daniel asked, his jaw dropped in shock at the oil painting of Olivia's pretty face on the wall. Mark had drawn Olivia like a nàked woman, her arms crossed over her chest and covering her large brẹasts. He must have seen her nàked to be able to paint this image of her appropriately. Mark smiled and announced, "Olivia is my girlfriend now. So what do you expect?"

Ding! Ding! Ding! Olive’s eyes clouded as she stared at the incoming images sent by an anonymous sender. She didn’t need a soothsayer to tell her it was Ravenna behind all this madness. Even though she was aware that Ravenna was trying to provoke her and create a wedge between her and Logan because of the breakup, Olive couldn’t help but feel hurt as she stared at the pictures sent by Ravenna. In the photos was Logan sleeping on Ravenna’s bed while she sat, half-naked close to him. He was sleeping soundly, fully dressed even though some of his buttons were undone.

If he's going to make me do this, then I'm going to make him horny as fuck, but he won't get to do anything about it! Olivia went upstairs and put on normal clothes, well, normal but revealing. She put on a pair of camo green gym shorts that were practically spray-on as they were so tight to her body and rode between her firm arse cheeks. They were so high up as well, showing the bottom of her bum cheeks. Then she put on a camo green sports bra that was just straps on the back, showing off as much skin as possible. They pushed her tits together and made her cleavage pour out of the top.

Olivia: Me Olivia: I mean Olivia: That sounded sexual Olivia: I meant a photo of me Ash: That still sounds sexual Olivia: I need two dozen of dates before I send a man my nudes Ash: I'll remember that Olivia: I-

Daniel leaked the photos. My stomach dropped as I opened the link Olivia had sent. There it was, splashed across the digital front page of the industry's most influential publication: DESIGN WORLD SCANDAL: RUSSO'S EX-WIFE IN ILLICIT LIAISON WITH THORNE DESIGNS CEO