Porn Star Neighbour with Adriana Chechik and Olivia Holt

[TheLW]

Porn Star Neighbour
With Adriana Chechik and Olivia Holt
Written by TheLW
Codes: MFF, Anal, Blowjob, Strap-on
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.

I had been with Olivia Holt long enough to know her habits, her quirks, the little things that made up our life together. She filled our apartment with her energy, warm, sharp, endlessly curious, and when she fixated on something, she dove in with everything she had.

Lately, that fixation had a name.

Adriana Chechik.

It started innocently enough, Liv putting on one of her videos in the background now and then, laughing at herself for being such a fangirl. But soon it became routine. Every time we were together, Adriana was there too, flickering across the TV screen, filling the room like a third presence. Liv whispered her name against my skin, sometimes demanding I call her by it, especially when we were in the bedroom being intimate, her eyes shining like it made her feel more alive.

I played along. I didn’t fight it. But there were nights when I wondered how much of her desire was about me, and how much belonged to the fantasy she had built around Adriana.

Then one afternoon, the universe made the fantasy real.

The door across the hall opened, and there she was. Adriana Chechik, our new neighbour.

Liv saw her first. She froze, clutching my arm, breath catching in her throat. I hadn’t recognized her immediately, but when the door shut, Liv spun on me with wide, frantic eyes.

“Do you know who that is?” she whispered.

From that moment, everything changed.

Olivia went out of her way to cross paths with her, lingering by the mailboxes, striking up casual conversations, finding excuses to invite her in for a glass of wine. Adriana didn’t seem bothered. If anything, she welcomed it. She was warm, disarmingly funny, and more open than I expected. She spoke about her work as both performance and business, talked about travel, about the strange lines between intimacy and the camera.

I watched Olivia drink it all in, leaning closer every time Adriana spoke, cheeks pink with admiration. She asked a hundred questions: what it was like on set, how she prepared, what she had learned. Adriana answered them all without judgment, sometimes laughing, that low, easy laugh that made Olivia’s eyes light up even more.

I mostly stayed quiet, watching the energy build between them. I could see Liv’s admiration sharpening into something stronger, and I could tell Adriana wasn’t blind to it.

The confession finally came late one night, after a bottle of wine had disappeared between the three of us. Olivia’s cheeks were flushed, her voice restless as she blurted it out: the videos, the obsession, the way she’d carried Adriana into our bedroom through screens and whispers. She admitted she’d been a fan for years, that sometimes she couldn’t separate fantasy from reality.

I expected the air to go heavy with awkwardness. But instead, Adriana only smiled, almost tenderly. She reached across the table, laid her hand over Olivia’s, and held it there.

The room shifted instantly.

The laughter drained into silence, but it wasn’t empty. It was thick, charged, alive with possibility. Olivia’s eyes fell to where their hands touched, then looked up again, wide and shining. Adriana’s eyes lingered on her, then cut to me, steady and deliberate, before returning to Olivia.

I sat there, heart pounding, caught between them. For months, Olivia had chased a dream, whispering Adriana’s name into the dark, pressing the fantasy into our skin. And now Adriana was here, across from us, her hand on Olivia’s, her smile carrying the weight of something unspoken.

Fantasy had moved in across the hall. And I knew none of us were ready to pretend otherwise.

Adriana didn’t let the confession hang in the air for long. She leaned back in her chair, swirling the last of her wine, her smile curving into something sharper.

“So,” she said softly, tilting her head toward Olivia. “All this time... you’ve been pretending I was in the room with you.”

Olivia flushed, biting her lip, but she didn’t deny it. “I... yeah. I mean, I can’t help it. You’re just... you’re you.”

Adriana laughed. “That’s quite the compliment. But it also makes me wonder...” Her eyes slid from Liv to me, lingering for a beat too long before looking back. “If I’m already in your head every time you touch him, what happens now that I’m actually here?”

Olivia blinked, caught in the weight of the question. Her hand tightened around her glass, but she didn’t pull away from Adriana’s gaze.

Adriana leaned in across the table, close enough that Olivia had no choice but to mirror her. “You’ve been letting me into your bedroom without me even knowing. And now you’ve got me across the hall.” Her voice dropped. “So tell me, Liv. What are you really hoping for?”

Liv glanced at me, almost pleading, but Adriana didn’t give her time to fumble. She touched Liv’s chin lightly, guiding her eyes back. “I think you want me to make the fantasy real. I think you’ve wanted that since the first time you hit play.”

The air was thick, unsteady, but Adriana sat in it like she owned the room. She shifted her focus to me, her eyes steady, challenging. “And you...” her smirk deepened, “...you’ve been dragged into this obsession whether you liked it or not. But I can tell you’re not complaining.”

I swallowed, my throat dry. She wasn’t wrong.

Adriana’s fingers brushed down Olivia’s arm. “Here’s the thing about fantasies, Liv. They’re powerful, but they only go so far. Eventually, you either let them fade… or you let them take over.” She tilted her head, her eyes sharp with amusement. “And I don’t strike you as someone who fades.”

Olivia’s breath hitched, her cheeks flushed crimson. She shook her head, barely whispering, “No.”

Adriana smiled, satisfied. She sat back, like she’d gotten exactly what she wanted, then looked at both of us with that same controlled confidence. “Good. Then stop pretending this is anything but what it is. You’ve wanted me in your bed for a long time. I’m right here. The only question is how long you’re going to keep waiting.”

Her words hung there, undeniable, and I could feel the ground shift under us. Olivia’s obsession had always been something that lived in shadows and whispers. But Adriana had dragged it into the open, turned it into something she could use, something she was clearly ready to enjoy.

I realized then that this wasn’t going to be some accidental blur of wine and nerves. Adriana wasn’t going to stumble into anything. She was going to take control, use Liv’s worship of her like a key, and pull us both exactly where she wanted.

Adriana’s smile turned knowing, like she’d been waiting for just this opening. She leaned back in her chair, the picture of calm confidence, and let her gaze slide between the two of us before settling firmly on Olivia.

“Let’s stop dancing around it,” she said, her tone low, even. “If you’re down to fuck, then so am I.”

Olivia froze for a beat, her breath catching, the reality of the words settling in. Her fingers tightened on her glass, eyes looking to me, then back to Adriana. A dozen emotions flickered across her face: nerves, excitement, disbelief. Finally, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper but steady enough. “I... I definitely want it to happen.”

Adriana’s smirk sharpened. She leaned forward, elbows resting on the table, her presence filling the space. “Good,” she murmured, but then her tone turned firmer, more deliberate. “Because I’m not going to hold back on you, Liv. When I’m done, you probably won’t be walking straight for a while.”

The bluntness of it made Olivia’s cheeks flush crimson, but she didn’t look away. If anything, she seemed almost dizzy with anticipation, the obsession she’d carried for so long crashing up against the reality of Adriana’s dominance.

Adriana reached for her glass, finishing the last swallow of wine as casually as if she’d just suggested another round of drinks. Then she stood, stretching slightly, her confidence radiating. “Give me five minutes. I’ll run across the hall, grab my big strap-on, and then we’ll see just how much of a fan you really are.”

The room seemed to hum after her words; the air charged, Olivia staring at her wide-eyed but smiling like she couldn’t believe her luck. I felt it too, the sense that the fantasy had tipped over into something irreversible.

Adriana didn’t wait for objections. She just slipped her shoes back on, gave us one last look that was equal parts promise and challenge, and headed for the door.

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving the apartment suddenly too quiet. Olivia was still staring at it, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling faster than before. She looked like someone who’d just been handed everything they’d ever fantasized about and was still trying to believe it was real.

She set her glass down with trembling fingers, then started pacing, tugging at her hair, chewing her lip. “Oh my God,” she whispered, half to herself. “She actually said that. She’s really... she’s really going to come back with...” Her laugh broke through, nervous and giddy. “I can’t even believe this is happening.”

I leaned back against the couch, watching her, the way she seemed lit from within. Every ounce of obsession she’d carried for Adriana was out in the open now, no longer hidden in the glow of a laptop screen or whispered during late nights. It was real, alive, about to walk back through our door.

Olivia caught me watching her and flushed deeper, but she didn’t look away. She crossed the room in two quick steps, slid onto my lap, and pressed her forehead to mine. “You don’t understand,” she said, voice low, urgent. “I’ve dreamed about this for years. Every time we’ve...” She cut herself off, but I knew exactly what she meant. “And now she’s here. She’s really here. And she wants us.”

Her hands tightened on my shoulders, as if anchoring herself. “Promise me you’re ready,” she said, eyes wide, searching for mine. “Because she’s not kidding, she’s going to wreck me, and I don’t even care.”

Before I could answer, the sound of a key turning echoed through the hall, sharp and deliberate. Olivia’s breath hitched. She scrambled off my lap and straightened her top, even though we both knew it didn’t matter.

The door opened. Adriana stepped back inside, casual as ever, a gym bag slung over her shoulder, her confidence filling the room before she even closed the door. She dropped the bag onto the chair with a heavy thud, her smile slow and dangerous.

“Miss me?” she asked, her eyes sweeping over both of us.

Olivia didn’t answer with words. She just nodded, her whole body taut with anticipation, like a wire about to snap.

No less than five minutes later, the three of us were in the bedroom completely naked, save for the strap-on that Adriana was wearing, which Olivia and I shared. I sat on the edge of the bed, with Olivia between my legs, as Adriana pushed on the back of Olivia’s head, taking more and more of my cock into her mouth.

Adriana guided Olivia like she already knew every circuit in her body, every switch that would keep her trembling and greedy. Olivia’s lips, slick and red, pulled at me with desperate little noises that made the rest of the world drop away. Adriana was relentless, never letting Olivia up for air unless she allowed it, breaking the rhythm only to stroke her cheek or twist her hair in her fist.

“Look at you,” Adriana murmured. “Is this how you always suck him off? Or are you just trying to impress me?”

Olivia moaned, mouth still full, but the sound vibrated all the way through me. I glanced up, saw the look on Olivia’s face, wild, blissed-out, but sharp with something new. She wasn’t performing for me anymore. She was chasing whatever Adriana wanted from her.

Adriana shifted behind her, and suddenly Olivia was off my cock, caught by the chin and tugged upright. Her mouth hung open, spit glistening on her lips. Adriana’s strap-on slid between Olivia’s thighs, the silicone nudging her from behind.

“You want to feel it?” Adriana said. She didn’t wait for an answer. She bent Olivia over the bed, lined herself up, and pushed in.

Olivia didn’t even flinch when Adriana slammed into her, just arched her back and moaned, her face dragging against the comforter, arms trembling where she braced herself. I slid off the bed, circled in front of her, and she lunged for my cock like it was air, hunger overriding any sense of embarrassment. She sucked me back in, messier now, spit already stringing down her chin, and Adriana’s hips began a slow, devastating rhythm that made Olivia’s whole body shake with each thrust.

I held her hair, not gently at all, but Adriana’s grip was even rougher. She kept Liv perfectly angled for both of us, all but folding her in half, inventing a machine out of our bodies. Adriana’s eyes locked with mine over Olivia’s back, smirking, daring me to try and outdo her. She grabbed a handful of Olivia’s ass and pulled her back onto the strap-on cock, each slap of skin against skin loud and punishing. I felt every sound, every gasp, every clench of Liv’s throat around me. She tried to keep eye contact, but the force of Adriana’s thrusts kept knocking her off balance, her whole face wrecked but alive.

“That’s it,” Adriana coached, her voice low and velvet. She was in her element, treating Olivia like a project she’d been hired to complete. “Show me how much you can take. Don’t hold anything back, don’t pretend you don’t love it.” She hammered the last words home with a handprint on Olivia’s ass, a perfect slap that made both of us jump.

I could see Olivia losing herself inside the sensation, her eyelids fluttering, mouth still wrapped around me as if sucking oxygen from my body. She sounded desperate, guttural, a girl emptied of everything except craving. Adriana fed that hunger until Olivia’s legs started to shake, her knees turning soft on the edge of the mattress.

“Good girl,” Adriana crooned, and she meant it. The praise landed with real weight, and Olivia moaned around my cock, practically vibrating from the force of it.

Adriana slowed down, her grip gentling just enough to pull Olivia’s hair away from her face. “Take a breather, Liv,” she said, and Olivia’s lips slid off me in an unceremonious, wet pop. She gasped, gulped air, drool streaking her chin, then immediately tried to tuck her face against my thigh to hide herself. I caught her instead, cupped her jaw, and bent over.

I kissed her. I didn't care that my cock was wet with her spit, or that her lips were trembling. I kissed her anyway, and she moaned softly into my mouth, her fingers digging into my arms like she was holding onto the only steady thing in the room. Behind her, Adriana pressed in slow, just grinding now, holding Olivia open and full, hands exploring every inch of her body with the same confidence she brought to everything.

“She loves it,” Adriana said to me, her voice getting softer, lower, like there was some secret being shared only between us. “You treat her well, don’t you?”

I nodded.

“Then you won’t mind if I make her come first.” Adriana’s hand slid down, bold and certain, finding Olivia’s clit with zero hesitation. Her fingers circled, then pressed, the motion showing off her expert skills, and Olivia moaned.

Olivia whimpered and tried to collapse onto the bed, but Adriana wouldn’t let her. “Stay up,” she ordered, and Liv obeyed, arms shaking as she fought to keep her hips lifted, legs spread wide, cheek mashed to the mattress. Adriana worked her clit with ruthless patience, every swirl and flick calculated to pull Olivia higher, and with each pass Olivia’s moans got louder, more desperate, her eyes squeezed shut, lost.

I’d never seen Liv so beautifully undone. It wasn’t just the fluster of being handled by a celebrity crush; it was how thoroughly she was being deconstructed, every usual anxiety and inhibition stripped away by the weight of Adriana’s authority. Watching her come apart like that, knowing I had front-row seats to every second of pleasure crossing her face, did things to my brain I wasn’t ready to unpack. I caught Adriana’s eye over Liv’s back and saw the satisfaction there, the confirmation that she knew exactly what she was doing to both of us.

The tease went on forever. Adriana let Olivia crest right to the edge, then eased off, let her sob and push back helplessly, only to start up again, even slower. Eventually, Olivia was begging, all pride long since abandoned.

“Please,” Olivia pleaded, “please, just let me...”

Adriana didn’t. Not at first. She held Liv in that trembling, pleading state, just out of reach, until the line between wanting and needing blurred into something desperate and wild. Only then, when Olivia’s whole body shook from the struggle to keep herself collected, did Adriana finally give her what she’d been begging for: the steady, relentless pressure of heel-to-hip thrust and a circling hand that didn’t quit.

Liv lost it so quickly it almost scared me, her body bucking back, then arching so every muscle in her back stood out. The noises were loud and open and ugly, the kind of release that left nothing behind. By the time Adriana finally let her collapse, Liv was gasping, sobbing, little shudders against the sheets.

I stroked her hair, waiting for her to come back to herself. Across from me, Adriana’s chest was flushed, her breathing almost as ragged as Liv’s. She caught my eye and grinned, something wolfish underneath.

Olivia broke out in a strangled gasp, the flush splashing up her neck as a warning before her legs even started to shake. Adriana teased it out of her, slowing every movement, hand circling, hips rolling, all audience and no mercy. Liv’s orgasm overtook her in waves, full-body, noisy, a yawning loss of control that left her pulling at the sheets and sobbing for air.

I held her jaw, watched every muscle in her face, stayed close enough for Adriana to see too, so that when Liv’s body finally went slack, it was Adriana who gathered her with an arm around the waist and pulled her upright.

She was ruined, blinking and blinking, eyes glassy, breathing as if she’d just come up from drowning. Adriana’s hands stroked her back, moving with surprising gentleness. I kissed her again, softer this time, tasting the salt on her lips.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Adriana whispered, her mouth still at Liv’s ear, and my heart threatened to punch clean through my ribs.

After a moment, Adriana nudged Liv higher on the bed, then climbed up behind her, bracketing Liv’s hips so the strap-on stayed perfectly in place. I expected Adriana to start up slowly, let Liv recover, but she went right back to business, steadying Liv’s hips, setting a merciless pace. Olivia melted into it, the heat of her earlier orgasm still trembling in her thighs, so that every new thrust looked like it rattled her bones. She didn’t even try to brace herself anymore; she just let Adriana move her and do all the work.

I crawled up alongside them, expecting maybe to stroke Olivia’s hair or kiss her neck and be the soft landing. But Adriana didn’t let me stay gentle for long. She caught my wrist as I reached for Liv, pulled me closer, and spoke low and direct.

“You’re not off the hook.” Then she angled her head. “You ever fucked her at the same time as someone else?”

I shook my head. Liv’s eyes flickered open, and the look she gave me was wild with something halfway between hope and surrender.

“Good,” Adriana said, and she shifted Liv’s legs wider on the bed so there was no way I’d miss my cue. “Then do it.”

I could feel Adriana watching my hesitation, her eyes threading control into my hands. She maneuvered Olivia up the bed and pulled her own thick strap-on free with one hand, catching Liv as she toppled sideways, still a mess of gasps and sweat and loose-limbed surrender. Adriana lay back and rolled Liv into her arms, arranging her head against her collarbone, kissing her damp temple.

“Come on,” Adriana murmured, and shifted her hips, the harness glinting between her thighs, cock standing out, slick wet from Olivia. She guided Liv’s hips forward, set Olivia straddling her, thighs spread wide across Adriana’s waist. Adriana cupped Olivia’s ass, lined herself up, and the first inch went in smoothly, then the next, then all of it until Olivia’s pussy was stretched tight and flush against the plastic base.

Liv whimpered, overwhelmed, but didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her arms behind Adriana’s neck and rolled her hips, already grinding, already desperate. Adriana’s hands found Liv’s waist, steadying her with a grip so secure it looked like Olivia could never float away. They moved together, slow and slippery at first, a little clumsy but so beautiful I could hardly see straight. Adriana’s tits pressed hard against Olivia.

I watched, hypnotized, as Olivia worked herself down onto Adriana’s strap-on, her face going back and forth between pain and hunger. Adriana held her steady, whispering filthy encouragement, and the sight of it, Liv open and raw, her hero’s arms wrapped around her, nearly undid me.

Olivia’s hair was a damp, wild halo around her face. She started to ride Adriana with a little more confidence, her hips circling, the slap of her ass ringing out each time she bottomed out. Adriana grinned up at her, hands spreading Liv’s cheeks wide, and the angle left nothing hidden from view. I watched the silicone stretch her open, watched the way Olivia chased every slap of pressure, as though the only thing keeping her from flying apart was being filled this deep.

Adriana looked at me. “Don’t just stand there,” she breathed. “Come make her feel all of it.” She punctuated the order with a quick snap of her hips, making Olivia moan out loud.

I knelt on the bed, crawling up behind her. Liv didn’t even notice until Adriana said, “He’s coming for you from behind, babe.” The words tumbled out of her in this low, dirty whisper, her fingers splaying across Liv’s hips, guiding her movement. “You want that, don’t you?”

Liv let out this strangled yes, almost a sob, and spread her knees even wider, ass high. I steadied her with one hand, the other jerking myself slick and ready. There was barely any resistance; my spit made it easy to press the head of my cock against her asshole and push.

It popped and then clenched, a hot, eager squeeze that almost made my knees go out. That first shock of tightness was always a little obscene no matter how many times Olivia took it, but tonight she was so drenched, her whole body slicked and trembling, that I barely even paused to let her adjust.

“Fuuuuck…” Olivia wailed into Adriana’s shoulder, voice gone high and wild. She rocked back, double impaling herself, and it hit me that she wanted it more than she could say, that every part of her was lit up and greedy, begging for more from both of us.

Adriana threaded her fingers through Liv’s hair, obscenely gentle in contrast to the pound of her hips. “Take it, pretty girl,” she purred, nipping Liv’s earlobe. “I knew you’d be a greedy little slut for this. I could see it the second you opened your mouth.”

“Shit, oh fuck…” Olivia sounded like she couldn’t decide if it was pleasure or pain, but she didn’t try to get away. If anything, she rammed her hips back, grinding herself between my cock and Adriana’s, the pressure so intense I nearly lost it right then.

Adriana’s eyes caught mine over Olivia’s shoulder. “Look at her. Your good little slut, getting DP’d for the very first time.” She rolled her hips, slow and mean, driving the strap-on high up inside Olivia’s pussy. “She doesn’t even know what to do with herself.”

“She loves it,” I said.

I fucked her in unison with Adriana’s pounding, syncopated, then doubled, then back to matched tempo, our bodies a fevered machine with Olivia Holt as the crucible. The friction was almost unbearable, the sense of her filled to bursting, noises battering the air out of all of us.

Adriana’s hands never left Liv’s hips, guiding her, steadying her, sometimes pulling her down until she yelped and fought for breath. “You wanted the real thing; now you get it,” Adriana whispered, low and wicked, just for Olivia. “You wanted me to ruin you. Is this enough?”

Liv couldn’t answer, just gave herself up to the motion, hips slamming back, brazen and wild. My hands flattened against her back, holding her steady as I pushed deeper. The raw, slick heat of her, the tightness and the trembling, was so intense I couldn’t hold myself back from growling her name.

Olivia’s climax wasn’t graceful this time; it was explosive, uncontrolled, a shriek in the back of her throat as she went rigid around both of us, then shook apart in wild, shuddering pulses. She came like she was trying to claw her way out of her own body, legs shaking even as they locked around Adriana’s waist, back arched, every muscle in her frame tensed to the breaking point and holding for too long, too bright, until suddenly her strength evaporated and she crumpled in a trembling heap against Adriana’s chest.

Her hands couldn’t decide what to hold onto- me, Adriana, the sheets, her own hair- so she just reached and fisted whatever she could find, sobbing each time the thrusts pressed her further open. The fact that we didn’t stop, not even as she was coming apart, made it worse, or maybe better, because the aftershocks ripped through her with every movement, relentless, a punishment that kept doubling back on itself.

Adriana had that feral look now, sweat wetting her hair to her cheekbones, bare tits slicked and heaving with effort, eyes never breaking contact with me.

My cock was locked inside Liv’s ass, the grip so perfect and hard I almost bit through my tongue to keep from blowing then and there. Adriana pumped Olivia’s cunt with the confidence of a piston, matching her thrusts to mine, so Liv took us both at once like a pro, every bounce of her hips making the bed groan and her voice break in new, shredded syllables. It was so obscene, watching Adriana’s fake cock vanish into Liv’s gushing pussy from the front while my real one fucked her from behind, the two of us synchronized, sweat-soaked, panting, all for Olivia.

I lost all sense of self-consciousness, all pretense, and just let myself fuck her as hard as I wanted. The way her body snapped tighter every time Adriana upped the pace, the way her ass squeezed around my cock.

I could feel myself getting close, the urge building relentlessly and bright, but I didn’t want to finish without warning. I tried to throttle it back, breathe, hold on for Liv’s sake. Then I looked down and realized Liv couldn’t even breathe herself; she was just making greedy, feral noises, desperate for every inch of what we gave her.

Liv’s cries pitched up, primal and raw, her head thrown back in a way that exposed the taut line of her throat. Adriana dug her fingers deeper into the soft flesh of Liv’s hips, pulling her hard, using her, taking so much pleasure from the sight that she nearly trembled herself. I shortened my pace, driving in with careful, mean precision, feeling the burn as Liv’s ass clamped down with every rocking movement.

“You’re going to cum for us, aren’t you?” Adriana hissed.

I couldn’t hold it back, not another goddamn second. I found Olivia’s hips through the haze, grabbed hold, and hammered into her until the world was just a pinpoint of heat and pressure and the wild, shattered noises she made under Adriana’s hands. My dick wrung out, and then I was coming harder than I remembered coming in years, while Olivia’s body bucked and milked every throb from me like she wanted to keep it forever.

A few minutes later, Olivia was on all fours in the center of the bedroom rug. Sweat matted her hair to her face. Adriana stood over her, one knee pressed to Liv’s bare shoulder blades, winding a handful of her hair into a makeshift leash.

“She’s not done,” Adriana called back to me, not a question but a verdict. The voice was different now, deeper and colder; the easy warmth burned off by exertion. “Not even close.”

Adriana crouched down to Liv’s level, fingers sliding under her jaw, tipping her face up until their eyes met. “You still got more left in you?” The question was almost gentle. Olivia nodded, the movement jerky, smudged with the last hour’s exhaustion, but her eyes clear and wanting. Adriana’s grin widened. She rose, tugged Liv by the hair, before marching her out of the room, naked and unsteady.

Adriana didn’t slow when she reached the front door; she just held onto Liv’s hair and opened it, walking her out into the corridor. The sudden blast of cool, impersonal air made Liv gasp. The lights in the hall were bright enough to catch every other neighbour’s curiosity, but Adriana didn’t even glance at the peepholes she must have known were tracking her. She just walked Olivia along, who was on all fours, crawling behind as if she’d never known any other way to move.

The End

[Money]

Oh man this was hot I had a story idea like this on my to do list but this is way beyond what I was trying to do as I said this is a hot story reading how Olivia interacted with Adriana while the author just observed are the kind of details that make scenes between the sex even better I almost thought Olivia was going to burst into flames or have a lesbian meltdown right in front of the author

This was well worth the read a solid effort I'll be paying attention to this looks like I've got my future work cut out for me if stories like this keep coming out

[TheLW]

Thanks Money, I'm happy to hear, that you enjoyed this story.

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