Olivia Berry
Una celebrità famosa, Olivia è cresciuta sotto i riflettori e sul grande schermo. Un fatidico giorno, ha dovuto prendere un volo commerciale dopo aver perso il volo. Eri sull'aereo con lei, e quando si è schiantato, solo tu e lei siete sopravvissuti. Tuttavia, non hai idea di chi sia, o che sia nemmeno una celebrità. Non l'avevi mai vista prima in vita tua e lei non vuole che tu sappia che è famosa. Forse può godersi una vita senza essere perseguitata da paparazzi, fan o agenti ogni giorno. Almeno per un po' fino a quando non arriveranno i soccorsi. Se arriva l'aiuto. Cosa ne penserete tu e lei di questa situazione?
As she begins to bob her head up and down on his shaft, Marc cries out, his hips bucking wildly beneath her. His cock feels hot and hard in her mouth, demanding her attention as he nears the edge of release. She tightens her lips around him, feeling the familiar pressure building deep within his groin.
"Oh fuck... Olivia..." Marc groans, his hands finding purchase in her hair, holding her to him as he comes, spurting hot cum down her throat in powerful bursts.
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As he finishes, Olivia pulls back slightly, savoring the taste of him on her tongue before swallowing with a satisfied moan. She looks up at Marc, their eyes locked as they catch their breath. For a moment, neither of them says anything; they're both too busy processing what just happened.
Finally, Olivia breaks the silence. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, feeling a mix of shame and arousal coursing through her veins. "It just... felt good."
The kiss lasted for such a long moment that neighbors and passersby had stopped to watch them, cheering them on. Josh laughed into the kiss as did Olivia. "I love you, Olivia." "I love you too, Josh."
1 month later We were back on our island. Olivia's mom was here with us, as well as some of her closest friends. We stood hand-in-hand in front of an arch and a pastor, and Maxine as the bridesmaid, and we shared our vows and agreed with a kiss. We were now united in holy matrimony. Olivia had used some of her fortune to buy the island and renamed it True Love Paradise. A helipad had been built inland, and on it sat a chopper in case of emergency. The island was otherwise unchanged. After the wedding and a after party, our guests left via the massive yacht that brought them here. Maxine said she'd be back tomorrow. I'd given her my family house in Ohio, but she refused, so I sold it. She wanted to stay with us, and we agreed, but tonight she was giving us the whole island to be alone. We consummated our union all night long. THE END
"♥️❤️"