Olivia Fleur Onlyfans Novels & Stories

We both giggled and snuggled closer together as she continued, "I only care that I have your love and your trust. I have an Onlyfans for god's sake, if you want to look up pictures or videos of any inch of my body it is on the internet. I mean my butthole is currently trending all over the internet after I did that gaping scene for True Anal where 2 guys came in my ass and another girl licked it out that was just released. If that doesn't scare you off then I don't know what will, but if you are ever uncomfortable with something let me know and I will do my best to address it."

Eighteen, broke, and desperate for a way out of her small-town boredom, Lila creates an anonymous OnlyFans account. It’s just supposed to be harmless fun faceless photos, a few flirty videos until she notices one subscriber tipping far more than the rest. His messages are bolder, more intimate, almost as if he knows her. But when Lila discovers who’s behind the screen, her world tilts into dangerous, forbidden territory and she can’t bring herself to log off.

I needed to hear her reach her orgasm and wail loudly as she flowed freely from her secret garden. “Yes, baby…uh…uh..hold it…hold it…uh…uh…uh..” “FUCK TONY!...I…..I…ah….ahh…ahh..FUCK!...I’m about to..come…ah…ahh..Baby…please..” Olivia begged. She moaned and rubbed her fleshy folds so rapidly, I could hear her wetness over the phone. “Mmm…good girl…you ready to come for me?...Uh..Uh..” My cock was so hard and ready to explode.

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.

It's a lie because the pain was long gone, now all he felt was thirsts and body fire, his vision was on haze, but he never passes out, above him, HiVi maneuver and grind his angry little buddy inside him. Aghhhhh. “Fuck more! Aghhh.” his losing it as satisfaction was overflowing “How is it? My Alpha? Feels great? Then I'm going to go deeper-----ahhh. The ambiguous sound of two body flapping and the constant moaning of HiVi becomes a music to Cafelle's ear, he didn't know it until now that an Omega can work so great at pleasuring, he wanted to touch those hips grinding above him. “Give me strength, I want to move too.”

And now I lean back, actually interested. Olivia Dalton has well over a million followers, a rising star in modeling who got very popular all of a sudden... but if she got popular because of this guy, then that changes things. "Okay. Give me a second," I lift a finger at her, "I'm going to g****e him. Tell him I'm on a call." "You got it," she responds, her smile growing bigger, "But just so you know... he is bigger in person. And hotter. Glorious."

he muttered thickly, his aroused mind turning pliable as putty in her skilled hands. Olivia smiled slyly against his skin. “Leave the particulars to me, darling; I have...visions that will knock them all dead. All I need is your finances and influence to get the ball rolling.” She slid gracefully into his lap, grinding subtly until his impressive arousal swelled against her thigh in confirmation.

“Have someone from the magazine contact my team,” Olivia said, resting her chin in one hand, a bright smile playing on her lips. “We’ll find a time to shoot. I’ve seen ‘Fan’ before. It’s actually pretty interesting. It would be my honor to be on the September cover.” Layla was stunned. “Wait… seriously?” Olivia gave her a lazy squint, half-amused. “Why would I lie? I quite like you too. I’ve heard plenty about you. Begonia’s name has been floating around for a while now.”

Now I was sore and pissed. I slumped onto the couch and finally pulled out my phone. Notifications blinked across the screen—some texts, a couple spam emails, and one lonely OnlyFans alert. Anonymous69 just posted. Again. Jesus. He was milking that shoot like it was his personal cash cow. I clicked into the app out of spite. The post had nearly triple the engagement from the last one. Comments, tips, reposts, thirsty messages piling in like a goddamn floodgate had burst open.