Blonde Bling Beyach

Lindsey Olsen shows up gleaming. Gold, diamonds, that sunlit-blonde hair. But tonight the shine cools into something darker, hungrier. Toby likes it old-school, and he likes it deep. A long dinner table, polished wine, and the promise of a hard fuck once the plates are cleared. Lindsey feels the shift inside her. She lets the necklace slip lower, lets her voice drop. When the door closes behind them, she drops to her knees and pulls him out, the same elegant mouth that sipped Burgundy now stretching wide around his cock. She works him slow, wet, deliberate, eyes never leaving his. He stands there, jacket still on, letting her have her way until the need turns sharp. He lifts her, spins her, bends her over the arm of the velvet settee. Skirt shoved up, panties peeled aside, he works her open with slick fingers first, then presses the head of his cock to her tightest hole. Lindsey moans into the cushions, thighs spread, hips rocking back to meet every thrust. The rhythm grows heavy, relentless. When he finally pulls free, he paints her flushed face in thick, gleaming ropes that slide over her lips and catch the light like everything else she wears.