She Said She’s A Crypto Millionaire Then Rode My Face

She meets me on a tropical golf course in tight grey leggings and a white sports bra, club in hand, and casually drops that she’s a crypto investor. Back at the villa she hopes I’m not only here because she’s a crypto millionaire — then the bra comes down, the leggings get yanked off, and she sits on my face, takes it doggy, and rides until the sheets are a mess. Oiled skin, palm trees out