Novel & Cerita Oliver Vocaloid

Ramdam ko ang paglambot ng katawan niya sa hawak ko. "It's fun," sagot niya, salitan ang tingin sa mga mata at labi ko. "She loves riling us up," ulit ni Oliver sa tenga ko. "Go down on her but don’t let her cross the edge. Ibigay mo sa kanya ang earbuds."

Something about her smile made my heart melt. "Hello," I whispered back, waving at her. "My name is Olivia, but you can call me Liv. I am seven years old." She replied, giving me a wild smile that made me notice two teeths were missing from her upper teeths. "You are still six Olivia."a deep masculine voice said. "But I will be seven in a few months dad." She replied, crossing her little arms around her chest. "You have to wait till then before you start claiming it." Mr Andrews said.

“It was my pleasure. I'll need to talk to my partner about it, but I'm sure he won't care. He's from your former pack, you should know him, O'Hare?” Smiling, Sam bobbed her head up and down rapidly. David O'Hare was one of her friends in her former park. Not only was he a kind one, he was also fiercely loyal, kind and considerate, and would protect Paisley and her best interests for as long as she would have him. Besides, he was really easy on the eyes; he had blue eyes, nice round cheekbones, a lovely smile and a very fit body. She could see the appeal even though she was perfectly in love with Alpha Amal.

Who does he think he is? “I’ll let you go after you tell me what you need.” He says very calmly as if he wasn’t holding his boss’s daughter against her will. “I have nothing to tell you. This is between me and my dad, it’s none of your business.” I say angrily. “Everything related to you is my business, doll.” He says with a smile. “Stop calling me doll. My name is Olivia.” I mutter. “I know. But you remind me of a doll with your big beautiful blue eyes and porcelain skin.”

My heart clenched as he struggled, but then—finally—a faint whisper escaped. “Sun,” he said, his voice hoarse but clear enough to make me smile. “That’s it!” the therapist praised, her joy infectious. “You’re doing so well, Olly.” I couldn’t help myself; I stepped into the room, grinning like an idiot. “At this rate, you’ll be giving me singing lessons soon.” Olly looked up at me, his eyes wide with surprise, and then—slowly—a shy smile crept onto his face. “Bella,” he whispered, the sound fragile but unmistakably mine.

Olivia In the enveloping darkness of my dream, I felt strangely at peace. Around me, the ethereal landscape pulsated with life, taking the form of a vast, moonlit forest. The canopy above seemed endless, silver beams of moonlight piercing through the dense foliage, painting dappled patterns on the forest floor. “Olivia,” a deep, resonant voice echoed around me. It was so familiar I recognized it immediately, yet it was also otherworldly and far stronger than I had heard it before. My wolf. “Do not be afraid.”

"Yeah. That’s her." Lily turned her attention to Oliver, who had been watching curiously. She tilted her head, studying him as though trying to size him up. "Who are you?" Oliver stood taller, puffing his chest with importance. "I’m Olli. And this is my mommy." He pointed proudly at me. I crouched down, smiling warmly. "Hi, sweetheart. I used to live here too, when I was little like you." Her eyes went wide. "Really? You’re an orphan too?"

“Umm… okay.” “Open your legs for me.” Raven followed his directive, and he pulled her close to him, her drenched pussy exposed through the slit in the panties. “Only come when I tell you to come. And my name better be on your lips.” Oliver began rubbing his thumb on her clit, she began to move. “Stop moving, hold as still as possible. Moans are welcome, but not too loud.”

Oliver cast an odd glance at her, "Aren't fans usually daydreaming about getting smooched by their idols? You're not pretending to be a fan, are you?" She gazed at Oliver with sincerity and replied, "An idol who intends to exploit their fans isn't a respectable idol."