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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."

he leaned back on the door, confirming that there was no escape this time round. “I want to say one of your friend's invited you, but last I remember, you don't have friends sexy enough to go into OnlyFans. Tiff's a bitch, Sophie's gone AWOL for months, and Ellie…” he grinned. “Well, Ellie would never invite you.” My mind grabbed the confession faster than it should have. “Ellie’s… doing OnlyFans too?” I thought.

“I didn’t expect it to be used the way she did, but I assure you, nothing happened. I swear.” So Olivia set me up. Why? “What’s Floral's role in this?” His brows lifted. “Floral?” “Yes, Floral,” I said. I leaned in, my brows wrinkling. “Was she the friend who helped Olivia make the video?” “What? No. You think she had a hand in this?” He looked at me and laughed, like he couldn’t believe what I was thinking. “Floral is a sweet girl. She would never do such.” A tinge of guilt swept through my chest.

I hated the way whispers could stick to me even if I didn’t hear the words. I turned on my side and grabbed my phone, unlocking it out of habit. Notifications lit up the screen, mostly from random people online, comments, messages, likes. My OnlyFans account never stayed quiet, not for long. It should’ve made me feel something—proud, powerful, at least distracted—but right now it just looked like noise. I put the phone down, face down on the mattress, and dragged my hands through my hair. The restlessness wasn’t leaving. If anything, it was worse.

The great advantage as a wolf was that wounds could heal up themselves. “Ooh totally forget about that I guess I'm quite the unlucky one” he said bitterly. I had no idea what he meant and I wasn't ready to ask either. Derick seemed a little relaxed, “What's your name?” he asked suddenly. "And where are you from? What pack?" My heart pounded in my chest. I had to think fast. “My name is Olivia,” I replied smoothly, forcing myself to meet his look. “I'm from the Silver Moon Pack.” I lied, I didn't have a pack after all so I had to think of something

“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.

In and out, in and out while her other hand tweaked and twisted her n*****s one by one. She moaned as her p***y clamped down on her fingers, desperate for something bigger. Olivia made sure to look at the camera as she moaned. “Oh f**k, baby. I want you here.” Her fingers pumped faster and when it wasn't enough, she pulled them out and used her fingers coated in her juices to circle her clit. She made slow circles around her p***y, spreading her p***y lips, tapping her opening and spreading her oozing juices all over her breast with the other hand.

Christ, it’s goddamn large:swollen to bursting, areola the size of a silver dollar, dark and puffy, nipple fat and erect, leaking a pearly bead that rolls down the curve like liquid sin. Her manicured fingers are milking herself in slow, rhythmic squeezes—squelch-squelch-squelch—milk jetting into a crystal bowl in thin, high-pressure arcs. Pssst-pssst-pssst. The bowl’s half-full, swirling with a faint blue tint—some OnlyFans lactation supplement, no doubt. Chat’s exploding: “SQUIRT IT IN MY MOUTH MOMMY” “$500 FOR A PRIVATE MILK BATH”.

When she found it, she showed it to Rose. “This is what I have been wanting to talk to you about,” Olivia said to Rose. “I love this wolf but hate all of this behind it. I am horrible at major edits that require me to draw new elements. Think you can help me with a few? If I put them on my website as available prints, I will give you half the profit from them.” “I can give it a try. Could you email it to me? What kind of background do you want?” Rose asked.

- I say taking her PJs bottom and underwear “Raph” - Olivia says with a giggle. “Shush love” - I say when my mouth finds her nipple that is now uncovered. I free my cock from my boxer shorts and I play with my head in her entrance teasing her. I can feel Olivia getting wet and I fuck her with one finger until she is wet enough to take me in. I place my cock into her and Olivia moans with her hands holding my hair. Olivia arches her back and I stay on my knees just fucking her and watching as her hands play with her nipples and then find their way to her clit.