Olivia Fleur Onlyfans Novels & Stories

==Olivia== I woke up to the sound of a phone call. Awesome, it was from Leah. “Morning, Leah. Thanks for the really needed present.” She squealed. “You liked it? I bet you did!” I rolled my eyes. Leah's present was two pairs of Victoria’s secret lingerie. Among the most outrageous things she had sent, this took the lead. “Oh yes. Cos I work in a club and my success really depend on how flimsy my underwear is.”.

Leon roared. "I'M A WHORE FOR YOUR NIGGER COCK! I'M YOUR WHORE! YOU OWN MY CUNT!!! OOOH FUUUUCCKK, PLEEEASEEE!!" Olivia shouted as her fifth orgasm in the hour battered through her body. She was drenched in sweat, she was aching, and her arse was red raw from being slapped, but she fucking loved it!! What had started with Olivia bent over the sofa had now resulted in her sat on the kitchen table with her white legs spread and wrapped around Leon's body as he battered into her cunt. For two hours he had been fucking her, and Olivia's mind had melted from the pleasure.

“You’ll force me to find another man to lose my virginity to. I’m 20 already. All my friends have had sex. And I’m married to one of the hottest, most gorgeous men I’ve ever seen… and he doesn’t fuck!” She was definitely a nymphomaniac. And a liar. Let her use a vibrator—my cock was off-limits, since it’s what she wanted most. Olívia opened the door and left. I followed her. “How did you pay the overdue tuition?” “With money.” “Who did you sleep with to get it?” I grabbed her arm as she kept walking, dragging me along, making everyone stare. “Is that why you asked Rael for money?”

She sees me looking at it and blushes before crossing her legs and covering it up with her hand. “So this is the penthouse suite. I’m afraid to ask what it is you do,” she teases. “If I tell you, will it scare you away?” I flirt back with her. “It depends. If you’re in the business of selling body parts, then I’ll have to draw the line,” she says. “It’s worse than that,” I say. “How much worse?” she asks. I wave my hands around me and say, “The reason I can afford all of this is because people pay to see my feet on OnlyFans.”

“You don’t understand how hard this is, Collins! Your father… Peter… he barely touches me anymore. We have sex maybe once every two weeks, and it’s always the same. He climbs on top, pumps for three or four minutes, grunts, cums inside me, and then rolls over and falls asleep. No foreplay. No oral. He hasn’t eaten my pussy in years. I feel like a fucking blow-up doll to him!” Her voice cracked as the words poured out. She was breathing heavier now, her big tits rising and falling. I kept my hand on her ass, squeezing rhythmically. “I started OnlyFans because I was losing my mind,” she continued, voice lower. “I needed to feel desired. Wanted. The money is nice, but mostly it’s the comments.

“This lady I’ve been tracking—she’s… difficult to pin down, ma’am. She’s cautious, careful, but I’ve been hovering for a while. I know more about her than she suspects.” Victoria raised an eyebrow, amused. “Too much talk. Show me now.” Mich slid a folder across the table. Photographs, screenshots, and recordings spread before her like evidence laid out for inspection. Her fingers brushed the images lightly, deliberately, eyes scanning for the details that made her pulse quicken. “Apparently, she’s an online sex worker,” Mich said calmly, leaning back in his chair. Victoria’s lips curled into a slow, calculating smile. “OnlyFans?” “OnlyFans, ma’am,” Mich confirmed. “Not just that—this man, Mr

Florence cleared her throat and briefly glanced down at her notebook before asking a couple more questions. When the clock was tipping close to her *ssigned time, Leonica took the kind Liberty to remind her. “I’m a busy woman, Ms. Florence and I believe that your time is up.” “Indeed, but I just have one last question,” Florence reached into her bag and pulled out a few pictures. Handing it to Leonica, who was not to pleased to know that a total strangers had pictures of her and Owen on dates, she asked. “That is you and face of your entertainment industry, Mr. Owen Lee, right?”

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.

Olivia sobbed; she felt like floating and almost fainting. Olivia opened her mouth, intending to ask Ignazio to stop his actions. But instead of uttering words, her mouth emitted moans of pleasure due to Ignazio's actions down there. Olivia writhed, squirmed, and silently demanded Ignazio to do more. And Ignazio fulfilled her wishes. The man buried his tongue even deeper, while both his hands teased Olivia's breasts provocatively. Olivia squeezed the bedsheet tightly, and her toes curled. Moan after moan escaped her mouth as the pleasurable sensation arrived.

His face is flushed, eyes darting anywhere but at me. I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, letting the silence stretch just a little too long. “Don’t stop on my account, Ty. Looked like you were enjoying the show.” He stands up abruptly, chair scraping back, towering over me now but still looking like a cornered animal. “Get out. Now.” I hold up his iPad like evidence in court. The screen is damning: my OnlyFans dashboard. Username: TylerIsUrGod99. Total spent: $847.32. Every single pay-per-view purchased. Every tip. Every comment.