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The scent of blood twined with cedar and roses. Olivia’s favorite flower had been roses. She had proclaimed loudly that she had loved him, but had it been true love or an obsession? What lengths would she go to try and secure his love? “Olivia?” Laurel asked. She nodded and gestured to a basin of water nearby, “I’m showing you this so you know where to look and you can understand.” Laurel leaned over the basin and peered down into the basin. Olivia was alone in the room, holding a squirming bundle. She was sweaty, her eyes were overflowing with tears.

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.

‘Tomorrow will be a big day! In the early morning, the internet was shaken by the video I released last night. It was a sex tape video Olivia having sex with her business partner. Previously, Brian asked the bodyguards, to pick a line about business transaction in exchange to have sex with her. We clearly accuse her to offer sex in exchange to get business project. As the man's identity isn’t there in the video, people really can’t check if it is true. Olivia herself wasn’t in conscious mind because she was under the drugs influence (fibanserin), so she just there enjoying having sex with her bodyguards because she was in high sexual desire.

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”.

They made her squirt twice on camera — powerful, humiliating jets that sprayed across the bed and onto the lenses while the cameras zoomed in for extreme close-ups of her spasming cunt. By the end of the session, Sophia was a complete wreck. Her face was glazed with thick layers of cum. Her tits and swollen belly were painted white. Her pussy and asshole gaped openly, leaking heavy rivers of seed onto the sheets. She stared blankly into the cameras, broken, dripping, and shamefully aroused. Victor Blackthorn smiled at the monitor. “This footage is going to break the internet in our circles. By the end of the week, she’ll be begging to star in her own OnlyFans under our control.”

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."

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.

what is Olivia up too now? hope I tried???