Island Fun

It was the first weekend in February. Carrie felt like everything was moving forward well enough except for the wedding itself. Florists, venues, dresses -- just stress, all of it. So John took her to Cozumel for five days of sun and surf, relaxation, good food, and each other.

"Mmmm, Daddy, fuck Barbie's titties," Carrie cooed, looking up at John. She was cupping her 34DDs together. His big cock was pistoning between them.

"Maybe I'll get some of Barbie's shitbox later, hm? That ass looks amazing," he said. She was a trophy now. His trophy.

"Yeah Daddy," Carrie said, a little dumb and vacant as she held her tits against his big cock, while he added more baby oil to keep her slick.

"One day till your birthday, Barbie ... one week till Valentine's Day ... one year till our wedding," John said hoarsely.

"Mmmhm. One year till you plant the first of many babies inside me," Carrie purred. That set him off, as she knew it would, painting her face and neck and tits in sticky seed. God, she loved this man.