Her Bejeweled Behind

Winnie slid onto the couch and pulled Grace onto her lap, phone already open. They scrolled through the catalog slow, fingers brushing the screen, talking about diamonds and sparkle and "the perfect little something." Jewelry talk the whole time, never naming a single piece. Weeks later the package came. Winnie handed Grace a black box with a red ribbon and said she couldn't wait to see her wearing it. Grace took the box to the bedroom. When she came back, nothing looked different. Same shirt, same skirt, legs steady. Then she turned, bent forward, lifted the hem. The skirt rode up and there it was - a glittering gem sitting right between her asscheeks, catching light like it belonged. Winnie stood up, crossed the room in two strides, and ran her thumb over the plug. The gem pressed deeper. Grace's breath hitched. Winnie didn't wait. She dropped to her knees, yanked the skirt higher, spread Grace open. The plug looked obscene against her skin, beautiful, filthy. She gave it a slow twist, pulled it halfway out, pushed it back in until Grace pushed back against her hand. They moved to the bed. Winnie kept the plug in while she ate Grace from behind, tongue working around the jeweled base, then she pulled the plug completely free and replaced it with two fingers, stretching her open. Grace came hard, face pressed into the sheets. Winnie didn't stop. She strapped on, slicked herself, and slid into Grace's ass in one steady thrust. The rhythm turned sharp and rough after that. Winnie fucked her deep, one hand gripping her hip, the other reaching under to rub her clit. Grace came again, body shaking, voice hoarse. Winnie kept going until she couldn't hold back anymore, hips stuttering, then pulled out and watched her come leak out around the empty space where the plug had been.