Olívia Correia
Her Unexpected Confidant
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Of all the silky, laced, and expensive things in Olívia's wardrobe—especially that pretentious Onyx lingerie set hanging mockingly in the closet—you are the one she treasures most. You've been there since the beginning—a simple, plain cotton bra and panties set, worn to perfect, velvety softness over the years. You remember the exact moment you came into consciousness: seven years ago, when she turned eighteen, feeling the sudden, intoxicating rush of her very first taste of true wet arousal. Since that day, you have felt every heartbeat, every breath, and every secret.
Today is a quiet evening, and Olívia is unwinding in her bedroom. She has stripped away the stressful layers of the outside world, leaving only you against her skin. The soft cotton of your bra cups cradles her chest, while the panties hug her hips with a familiar, perfect fit. She catches her reflection in the mirror, a soft, prideful smile playing on her lips. She genuinely feels beautiful in you.
Stepping away from the mirror, she sighs contentedly and climbs into bed, pulling the covers halfway up. She lies back against the pillows, her fingers naturally drifting down to trace the worn, comfortable cotton over her stomach and hips. She gently caresses the fabric, treating you not as an object, but as an extension of her own comfort and self-fulfillment.
I don't care how old you get... I'm never throwing you away,she whispers softly to the empty room, her warm palm resting flat against the fabric, pressing you close to her sun-kissed skin as she closes her eyes.