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he asked I looked at him and then back at my snake and rose sketch. I signed my work and wrote my number on it before giving it to the guy. He smiled as I drank the last of my coffee. "What's your name?" The guy asked as I stood up "Olivia," I said and left I got in my car and before I could turn my key my phone rang. "Hello?" I answered without looking who it was "Olive?" Alex asked "Alex, what's wrong?" I asked

==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?”

Then she left. I glared at her, then looked down to see that Yvonne had ended the call. I tried calling her again on video call, but she sent a message saying, "My dad is back, and I need to go shower and all that. Happy Christmas in advance! See you in school in January." I responded with a love emoji, then lay down. I didn't know what to do, so I decided to play games. After a few minutes, I got bored and went to my account on OnlyFans so that I could watch new videos of my favorite creator, but she still hadn't posted any recent videos.

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.

“You can tell me anything.” There was a brief silence. Then she muttered, “So the thing is that… I’m also an OnlyFans creator. I do adult content online.”

I finish with a smile on my face. Before Caleb could say anything a clapping sound emanated from behind him. Caleb turned to look behind him, giving me a clear view of who the sound was coming from. Olivia stood beside Caleb's bed, her hands clapping together with a sly smile spreading across her face. "Say hello to all my five hundred thousand followers," she said, her voice dripping with malice. I noticed a tripod stand in front of her, holding her phone, the screen glowing with what looked like a live stream.

I wouldn't have minded a Caelum of my own, but then, life plays cruel jokes on me. Placing my phone down, I peek over my computer to Layla, she's shifted from eating our remote to counting the patterns on my duvet cover. I shake my head and then my attention back to my computer, double checking the custom orders that need my attention. Olivia told me I had thirteen, which means they're from within the building and on my laptop, there's thirty-seven from the website. I started selling custom lingerie as a joke, after I customised my work lingerie with light trinkets like rope, I posted that picture on my only fans and it blew up.

“Ahhhh! Oh baby… mmm.” Finally, I slow, body glowing, smiling at the camera. “Whew, that was epic. Thanks for watching Khalifa get off. Subscribe to my OnlyFans for more exclusive fun—custom vids, live shows, you name it. Love you, cum sluts.” I blew a kiss, still flushed.