The sun was setting over the South Pacific Island, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink. I was sitting at the bar of the luxurious resort, sipping on a cocktail, my size 5 jeans hugging my curves, and my perky B-cup tits peeking out of my low-cut top. I was fresh out of college, and this vacation was a gift from my sugar daddy, Don Armando. I was here to relax, but more importantly, to find some fun.
That's when I saw him. Thomas. Tall, dark, and handsome, with a body that looked like it was chiseled from stone. He was sitting at the other end of the bar, nursing a drink, looking lost. I could see the pain in his eyes, and I knew he was fair game.
I sauntered over, my hips swaying, my long black hair cascading down my back. "Rough day?" I asked, sliding onto the stool next to him.
He looked at me, his eyes lingering on my body. "You could say that," he said, his voice low and husky. "I just caught my wife fucking the room service guy."
I raised an eyebrow. "Well, that's a tough break. But you know what they say, when one door closes, another one opens."
He chuckled, a small smile playing on his lips. "Is that so? And what door might that be?"
I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear. "Mine," I whispered.
We talked, we drank, we danced. The alcohol flowed freely, and so did our inhibitions. His hands roamed my body, and mine explored his. We were like two magnets, drawn to each other, unable to resist the pull.
We ended up in my room, our clothes strewn across the floor. His hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples. I moaned, arching my back, pressing myself against him. His mouth found mine, our tongues dancing, our breaths mingling.
I pushed him onto the bed, my hands trailing down his chest, his abs, until I reached his cock. It was hard, thick, and ready. I stroked it, my hand moving up and down, my thumb swirling around the tip. He groaned, his hips bucking, his hands gripping the sheets.
I straddled him, my pussy rubbing against his cock. I was wet, so wet, my juices coating him. I slid down, taking him inside me, inch by inch. We both moaned, our bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces.
I rode him, my hips moving in a rhythm, my tits bouncing. His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. I leaned down, my nipples brushing against his chest, my mouth finding his. We kissed, our tongues tangling, our breaths mingling.
He flipped me over, his body covering mine. He pounded into me, his cock hitting me deep, his balls slapping against my ass. I wrapped my legs around him, my heels digging into his back, urging him on.
He pulled out, flipping me onto my stomach. He lifted my hips, his cock sliding back into me. He pounded into me, his hands gripping my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. I moaned, my face buried in the pillow, my body rocking with each thrust.
He pulled out, his cock glistening with my juices. He flipped me over, his mouth finding my pussy. He licked me, his tongue swirling around my clit, his fingers sliding inside me. I moaned, my back arching, my hands gripping the sheets.
I came, my body shaking, my juices flowing. He lapped it up, his tongue lapping at my pussy, his fingers sliding in and out of me. I was sensitive, so sensitive, but he didn't stop. He kept going, his tongue and fingers driving me wild.
He flipped me over, his cock sliding back into me. He pounded into me, his body covering mine. I could feel his heart beating, his breath hot against my neck. I wrapped my arms around him, my nails digging into his back, urging him on.
He came, his cock pulsing inside me, his hot cum filling me up. I moaned, my body shaking, my pussy milking him. We lay there, our bodies entwined, our breaths mingling.
We spent the rest of the night together, our bodies exploring each other, our mouths tasting each other. We fucked in every position, in every room. We were like two animals, driven by lust, by desire.
The next morning, we woke up, our bodies sore, our minds clear. We looked at each other, a smile playing on our lips. We had found what we were looking for. A honeymoon of our own, a night to remember.
As we lay there, I couldn't help but think about the irony of it all. I, a woman who was paid for by a sugar daddy, and him, a man whose wife cheated on him. We were two people who were supposed to be alone, but we found each other. We found comfort in each other's arms, we found pleasure in each other's bodies.
I knew that this was just the beginning. This was our honeymoon, our adventure. And I couldn't wait to see where it would take us.
"Well, that was a hell of a night," Thomas said, his voice husky from sleep.
I smiled, my hand tracing circles on his chest. "It sure was. But you know what they say, the night is young."
He chuckled, his hand cupping my breast. "Oh, really? And what do they say about the morning?"
I leaned in, my lips brushing against his. "That it's the best time for a quickie."
And with that, we were at it again, our bodies coming together, our hearts beating as one. This was our honeymoon, our adventure. And I couldn't wait to see where it would take us next.