She had started to actually lock herself away a few months ago, masturbating for long periods of time as she read his words-each keystroke was like a ...forbidden touch. She had become addicted to the idea of touching him. She enjoyed the sensation of the forbidden fruit without tasting it. That restraint barely held on their first night on the island. They had arrived late and he had carried her luggage to his bungalow. They were both exhausted and her breath caught when he suggested they just. Shewould have seen if someone had come inside. She would have heard them. Wouldn'tshe? Then she could feel the warm breath on her neck, giving her goose-bumps,as a shiver of pure terror ran down her spine. She could feel the small stringthat held the strap of her dress moving. It had been tied with a bow at eachside, and now it was moving! The strap seemed to burn as it moved across herskin, prickling her sensitive nerves. It was impossible. She was alone. Shetried to fight the panic she felt. I bet you all know what I'm talking about; flowers, chocolates, fruit baskets, lingerie...oh, I guess that one's just me. Never mind. Anyhow, as I was opening the door I was immediately faced with a huge bouquet of flowers. Underneath, I spied a pair of very shapely legs attached to a cute torso leading to a pair of straining arms. I looked on appreciatively when I was caught staring. The face of the mystery person revealed itself to me when she glanced to the side, albeit with much difficulty,. I moaned quietly into the blankets, enjoying each prolonged thrust. With each thrust, I could feel his cock prod the deepest parts of me, continuing to stretch my limits. I spread my legs wide for him, and he grabbed my ass cheeks, spreading me even wider. This thumbs brushed against my asshole, and another surge of pleasure ran through my body.For a moment, he pulled his cock out of my pussy and finger fucked me again, getting his fingers good and wet. Then he began fucking me again while.