Am I a hot blonde dog walking beauty? You tell me. What’s wrong with wearing a tiny bikini and high heels in Miami?
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The Miami sun beats down on my bare shoulders as I stroll along the pristine sidewalks of Millionaire’s Row, my golden retriever, Stitch, trotting obediently beside me. The scent of ocean breeze and blooming hibiscus fills the air as we pass by the towering mansions that line the street. I’m Linsey Donovan, and every inch of me is a testament to the gods of beauty and temptation. With my long, blonde hair cascading down my back and my crystal blue eyes, I could make any man’s heart skip a beat. My body is a masterpiece, a sculpted work of art with curves that make men’s heads turn and their imaginations run wild.
My bikini, if you can even call it that, is the same shade of electric blue as my eyes. It’s barely there, just enough fabric to keep me from getting a ticket for indecent exposure. The top cups my breasts in a way that makes them look like they’re about to spill over, and the bottom is a thong that leaves nothing to the imagination. My ass cheeks peek out from either side, teasing every pair of eyes that dares to look. The high heels I wear make my legs seem to go on forever, and with every step, my hips sway in a hypnotic dance that whispers sweet nothings to the rich and powerful men who call this neighborhood home.
A Dog Walking Beauty
Am I a hot blonde dog walking beauty? You tell me. What’s wrong with wearing a tiny bikini and high heels in Miami?
As I walk, I’m aware of their glances, the way they try not to stare but can’t help themselves. It’s a game we play, a silent flirtation that I revel in. But there’s one man in particular I’ve had my sights on, you. Your a mystery, a reclusive billionaire who keeps to himself behind the gates of his sprawling estate. Your the kind of man who could have any woman he wants, but I’m determined to make him want me.
I’ve tried every trick in the book to get your attention: flaunting my assets, flashing a coy smile, even pretending to drop Stitch’s leash just so I can bend over in front of you. But you remained unflappable, a stoic sentinel watching over your domain. Your eyes never linger on me, no matter how much I make sure they have a show to watch. But today is different. Today, I’m going for broke.
Shall I go for it?
With a dramatic sigh, I lean down to tie my shoelace, giving you the perfect view of my ass. The string of the thong is tight against my skin, cutting into the soft flesh of my cheeks. The fabric is damp with sweat, sticking to me in the most deliciously indecent way. I can feel your gaze on me, a warmth that sends a shiver down my spine. As I stand back up, I make a show of adjusting my tiny bikini top, pushing my breasts together and making sure you can see the deep cleavage that results. But it’s still not enough.
In a bold move that even surprises me, I slowly untie the knot behind my neck, letting the fabric fall away to reveal my full, round breasts to the world. They bounce free, the nipples tight with excitement. The cool breeze kisses my skin, sending goosebumps down my arms and making me feel alive. Stitch looks up at me with his big, brown eyes, seemingly unfazed by the sudden change in attire.
As I continue walking, my heart races with anticipation. This is it. This is the moment you’re going to finally break.
Finally, you’re going to give in
My skin tingles with every step, and the cool air caressing my bare nipples sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I look down at my breasts bouncing with every step, the sun glinting off the droplets of sweat that cling to my skin. I know I look good, I know I’m driving you wild.
And there you are, standing in the shade of a palm tree, watching me with a newfound interest. Your eyes are devouring every inch of me. I give you a knowing smile and a little wave with my hand, the one not holding Stitch’s leash.
You take a step towards me, and I see the struggle in your gait. You wants to appear nonchalant, but the bulge in your shorts gives you away. I lean over to pick up a stray pebble, giving you an even better view of my large hanging breasts. You swallow hard, and I know I’ve got you. With a seductive sway of my hips, I walk up to your door.
Let’s finish this fantasy together.