Olivia Eden Onlyfans Novels & Stories

OLIVIA With a whisper that brushes against his ear, I utter. “ Fuck. Just do whatever you want with me,” “ Good one, Olivia,” Aiden utters, a smirk playing on his lips. His fingers trace my clit, lingering there. Shivers run down my spine as he teases me. I know what he is doing. I'm at a loss of words to express how much I want him inside me right now. I can't help it anymore. I don't know how to control the intense feeling within me, the burning desire I've been hiding. Each brush of his fingers makes my body tremble in need. I don't know what to do. I wrap an arm around him, my other hand plunging into his hair, making it messy.

One hand boldly slid down into Edwina’s shorts, cupping her bare, dripping pussy. Edwina gasped sharply. “Olivia—!” “Shhh, baby,” Olivia whispered hotly against her ear, slowly rubbing her fingers up and down Edwina’s slippery folds. “I saw you last night. Legs spread wide, fingers buried deep in this tight little cunt. You were moaning so sweetly. Did you cum thinking about me?” Edwina’s breath hitched. She was too shocked and aroused to lie. “Yes…” she whispered. Olivia smiled and pushed two thick fingers slowly into her soaked hole.

Olivia replied. “I don’t think we need your blessing.” A familiar voice interrupted. Every head turned towards the voice. “Hayden Reid!” Olivia exclaimed in a high-pitched voice, acting like a little girl. “Is there a problem?” Hayden asked, standing beside me. “No problem here,” Olivia responded with a forced laugh. “My name is Olivia, and I’m the head of your fan club.” Hayden nodded, but he looked uninterested. “We should go,” Olivia muttered, nervous. She brought out her phone with shaky hands and took a picture of Hayden before disappearing with her friends.

“Is she trying to humiliate me? Did she set up a live camera somewhere and why is…” My trails of thoughts absurdly came to an end as Olivia planted a kiss above my hair. “Let’s have some erotic lesbian sex beside your mom who’s currently fucking my dad in his room.” She suddenly blurted out and her words made my eyes to instantly become extremely wide open. What the fuck!

He also didn't bring along an old guitar, because he didn't want to busk. Olivia wants to work at the age of 20 this year. Apart from having to teach some of the small children around her, she also wants to make money like other girls her age. Don't go too far into finding examples, like Nana for example. Nana has even worked at a mini-market in the city since a year ago. So when will Olivia come to work? "Look! Olivia the child under the bridge is coming!" exclaimed a burly man. Together with his two friends, the man faced Olivia's street.

Glen replied. As Dean started whipping the eggs with milk, he wondered when they’d hear something from the kidnapper. When and how they would get proof of life? Would a picture appear via a text message on Olivia or Dean’s phone? Had the caller been authentic? Maybe it really was a hoax, but if so, what had happened to Eli? If he focused on them, he’d go insane. The eggs were in the pan when Olivia arrived downstairs. She’d showered and changed her clothes and her hair was neatly tied back in a bun. She wore a pair of jeans and a white blouse with a smart camel-colored blazer. She looked strong and in control.

“Three? Normally isn’t it one?” Olivia nodded, sitting down on the dining chair. She was watching a pot on the stove. “Because of my connection, I get a little more potency out of my potions if I can. I also sell birth control, healing for joints and aches, and one that will put you in a dream-like state.” I realized she probably made her own birth control. She knew I was infertile so I wondered if she was still taking it. Olivia looked over at me and smiled.

The universe had been given to her and Ambert seemingly was a just a little, ignorable, inconsequential star. Olivia, now crownless, was a TV star now and a famous vlogger. Aside from talking about herself and what she was presently doing, she interviewed celebrities on her vlog. But he hadn’t fully watched any of her TV shows or vlogs, just glimpses of it. And no, he didn’t feel any regrets or remorse that they fell apart and she was now engaged to an actor.

It was ridiculous how much they made her happy. Lydia, one of my ex’s, had never been like this. She was impossible to impress. A tour of Pyros Village wouldn’t have even made her blink. She preferred yachts, exotic islands, diamonds, lots of them. But Olivia? She was now crouched in front of a turtle, staring at it like it was the most significant thing she’d ever seen. I watched as she quickly whipped out her small camera, taking pictures with a beaming smile. “Christian,” she called, beckoning me over with a flick of her fingers, her gaze still fixed on the small screen. “Come take a look at this.

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."