Olivia Dunne Nude Photos Novels & Stories

I walked in, making an effort to move silently so I wouldn’t wake her. But she wasn’t asleep. I paused at the doorway to our room. Olivia lay on the other side of the bed, facing the wall, the glow of her phone illuminating her delicate features. Her fingers moved across the screen, scrolling, pausing, scrolling again. I took a slow step closer, curious. Then I saw it. My brows furrowed as my eyes locked onto the screen. She was looking at pictures. Not just any pictures—pictures of men. Shirtless, ripped, attractive men.

The girl who occupied every corner of my mind, the girl whose very presence made me lose control. Ethan’s gaze was heavy, as if he could see right through me. I wanted to say something, to confront him, but I didn’t. I just walked past him, our shoulders brushing slightly. As I passed, I caught a glimpse of Olivia in the classroom. She was sitting with Lisa, her head buried in her hands. She was crying. Her sobs were quiet, but they cut through me like a blade. “I didn’t show Arden my nude,” I heard her say, her voice trembling. “Whoever did this wants to ruin me. They want to destroy my reputation.”

Krista exclaimed in well-acted shock. "Just some pictures I had laying around. I thought maybe it was time they saw the light of day." I reached down to the pile of pictures at Donna's feet, pulling out a truly damning picture. In it Donna was leaning back in a hot-tub, her arms stretched across the back, eyes closed. Her breasts were well up out of the water, and her nipples were clearly hard. Krista was standing between her legs, and leaning towards her, naked as the day she was born, her delicious ass just hovering at the top of the water.

As if she had successfully lured me into a trap, she replied instantly. "Here." Olivia sent me a photo that made my face go pale. It featured a girl whose face was obscured, wearing a white piece of erotic lingerie. At first glance, it looked beautiful. The top was designed like butterfly wings, and the bottom was a sheer thong that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I froze for a few seconds before typing back. "Stop it. That’s ridiculous. Go away." "You’re being thick again. Think about it. What do men like? Haven’t you figured out what kind of man he is by now? You can't win with force; you have to use a soft touch."

She asked me I downed another glass of my drink and I was officially drunk. Still I could tell that somethings wasn't adding up, still I did not care. The alcohol had taken over my mouth, I could no longer control myself and I suddenly found myself spitting out more than I normally would. "Come closer," I said quietly and she moved closer to me on the table "The pictures contain mine and Olivia's nakedness. The pictures were taken when Olivia and I were making out." Suddenly Aurora gasped

Olivia asked, taking her phone down and looked at him with widened eyes. "Of course! She's a model. Who doesn't know Lynn Annabelle? She's the world's most famous model. Everyone knows who she is" He said. "Really?" She said dreamily. "Yes! She's only a model, nothing really special about her!" He said again with a scoff. Olivia shrugged and began to flip through more of her pictures, admiring almost all of it. She was engrossed in gwaping at the pictures and didn't realize that Joel has been calling out her name, not until the phone got snatched from her.

she said, trying to convince her friend to erase it. "Sorry, Laurie, but I'm gonna keep it. It's too hot to erase. You're a naughty little whore, you know that?" Nicole said, showing her the picture. It clearly showed Lauren's naked body being pounded by her son, who thankfully was turned around enough to be unable to be identified in the picture. In the picture, Lauren's tits were perfectly on display, and you could just make out the shape of her son's cock stretching the entrance to her tight pussy. It was certainly quite a bit more than even a "risqué" photo.

Olivia stood before him in just her bra and pants, her breasts heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Asher’s eyes darkened even further as he took in the sight of Olivia’s almost naked body. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the ground. Olivia’s breasts were full and round, her nipples hard and sensitive. Asher couldn’t resist, he leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting gently.

She hung up and blocked his number. Unfazed, Christopher sent her a photo. It showed Olivia lying on a hotel bed, eyes closed, with a white sheet barely covering her. Her slender limbs and elegant collarbone were visible, and the rumpled bedsheets suggested a wild night. Olivia called back immediately, her voice a mix of anger and fear: "Christopher, where did you get that photo?" Christopher could almost picture her on the other end, pale-faced and gripping the phone in terror. With a cruel smile, he replied like a demon straight from hell: "I've got even juicier stuff. Want to see?"

She would reveal what she knew from the picture her mom had taken of Ria. Olivia put her hands on her hip and smiled. “I know that you’re cheating on Adrian Ria.” She said. Olivia had seen the picture of Ria with that handsome man. At the end of the day Ria was just a pretentious whore who tried to get all the good men for herself. Ria scoffed. She wasn't interested in whatever game Olivia had in mind. “And are you any different Olivia?” Ria asked, crossing her arms and tilting her head.