Island Life

It was a different pace of life than even sleepy South Carolina. More deliberate. Sometimes things didn't get done. In a past life, Elizabeth may have been frustrated by it. But in this moment, in early retirement and with Antoine, it was all she could ever want. Cerulean skies, turquoise seas, warm sands beneath her feet, and Antoine's large black cock ... all a woman could ever want.

She went out to the beach behind the home they purchased, climbing down the steps, with a bottle of rum, a couple of Cokes and a bucket of ice. She was wearing a bikini with the colors of the Jamaican flag, setting the bucket down next to their loungers.

She put up the umbrella to shield her fair skin, sitting down. Antoine was half-asleep.

"Wake up, stud," Elizabeth purred. "I got the drinks."

Antoine's dark eyes widened, and he stretched out, yawning. He sipped at the proffered rum and Coke, sipping it and making a satisfied sigh.

"I love you, baby," he said. Elizabeth smiled, her pearly whites gleaming.

"Right back at you, stud."