Barbados style.

Vinny could just make out the long legs of Astryd, now turned even darker in the shadows, as he followed the mesmerising island girl. Staying close, the pair came out onto the rampart wall that once defended the old fort from attacks by sea. Astryd continued her movement as she went further along the battlements, away from the sounds of the reception and other guests. In the corner of the fort was a high tower keep. Astryd tried the wrought iron handle on the stout reinforced door but found it locked and impenetrable.

“This is a far as we’ll go,” Astryd said, now that they were at an impasse.

Even with the blockade, Vinny planned to go a lot further still. “Tell me more about your home,” Vinny began, bringing the conversation back to its flirtatious roots.

“No talking. Only showing,” she informed him.

Astryd leaned backwards and then nested her body into the gap formed by the walls crenelations. She lifted the bottle of rum to her lips and then beckoned Vinny towards her with a finger. Astryd was perched, sitting at waist height, her legs curling around the back of Vinny’s as she drew him to her body. Her arms enveloped the back of Vinny’s neck as she pressed her lips to his urgently. The spirits captured in her mouth was pushed into Vinny’s, hot fire burning his taste buds to be quickly soothed by Astryd’s tongue. Breathing hard they kissed passionately at the top of the sheer cliff. Waves crashed down below them, driving the smell of salt and briny water to them.

Breaking contact with Vinny’s mouth, Astryd leaned back at a forty-five degree, pressing her chest out for Vinny. He began to kiss her neck. Nuzzling her as he sucked her warm skin. The straps of her bridesmaid dress fell down, exposing her tits, Astryd had foregone a bra for the ceremony of her friend. Picking up the bottle that she’d place beside her shoulder, Astryd poured the golden liquid down off her collarbone so that it ran in rivulets over the swell of her breasts and broke on either side of her nipples. Vinny placed his face in the current and sucked at her hardening teats and at the flowing liquid.

Vinny was in an otherworldly place of lust. Astryd had awoken a needing in him that few had done before. Her dress was soddened by the time she lifted the bunched fabric in front of Vinny’s pressing package. Along with no bra, Astryd had likewise withheld the use of any panties. Her neatly maintained bush trimmed short into a small thatch on her upper mons. Astryd held the Plantation Rum bottle over her parted thighs and Vinny understood what to do next.

Dropping onto his knees, Vinny planted his mouth on Astryd’s pussy just as she bathed it in liquor. Vinny’s nose was assaulted by the scents of Astryd’s womanly perfume and the burning fumes of ****. Astryd’s clit was likewise assailed as Vinny started to feather her button with his tongue. Her pussy drooled continuously to leave an oily coating all over Vinny’s chin. Astryd dropped her body completely down to leave her head hanging over the bastion walls as she had her pussy eaten.

Vinny was as hard as the stone beneath his knees. Astryd’s fingers destroyed the carefully styled mane Vinny had prepared for the festivities. Her thighs formed an Italian sandwich with Vinny the filling until Astryd began to orgasm against his face. In response, Vinny started to tongue his way all from Astryd’s puckering arse and along her churning canal, collecting her sweet nectar and drinking its essence. Astryd stroked her hips rhythmically as she all but fucked his face.

As Astryd lay panting from her exhaustions, Vinny was up on his feet, dropping his pants in one quick motion. Held as she was by the stonework, Astryd was practically in a cradle for Vinny to press the head of his cock against her wet pussy and then drive it inside. With barely contained yells, Astryd called out across the sea to her home as Vinny fucked her senselessly. Wet slapping sounds an extra note as he pistoned his cock along her insides. Astryd’s legs flailed uncontrollably in the crook of Vinny’s elbows as he held her hips firmly. Pounding away at Astryd’s pussy, Vinny reached up and tore the tie from his neck, spilling buttons as he tore open his waistcoat and linen shirt. He wanted to be as exposed as Astryd was, caught up in the wildness and savagery of the situation.

Roaring, Vinny declared to the world that he was about to blow. At his words Astryd suddenly latched her ankles up behind Vinny’s shoulder blades and drew him down on top of her. She covered him in aimless kisses until Vinny began to spill his seed inside her. Rocking against her tight body, Vinny throbbed, filling Astryd’s pussy to capacity with his cum until it oozed out around the base of his prick. Sticky tendrils attaching to each of their bodies as their fluids coated each other.

For several minutes afterwards the pair of them could only hug each other and thank the heavens for the fortification walls. If it hadn’t stood for centuries still, then neither one of them would be able to stand by themselves. The ocean breeze was a tonic against their rapidly cooling skin, the wind whipping Vinny dishevelled hair as it flowed between the castle rocks. At last, he had to use those very stones to help him back to his feet. His cock had almost relaxed completely but kept Astryd’s pussy plugged with his cum. Tenderly parting from her folds, molten white lava started to run from between her rummaged lips. Astryd let it fall where it may, all down her legs, between her arse and what was left of her silk dress.

Vinny helped Astyrd onto her feet and caught her in an embrace when she stumbled and looked to fall.

“That was…” Vinny didn’t know what to say. He could only shake his head. Finally, he managed a woefully inadequate, “Thank you.”

Astryd held him tight for another moment before casting herself away from him after another tender kiss.

“We should really go and get changed.” Their wedding attire was ruined. “Did you want to come back to my room and wash off?” Vinny offered. What they’d just done had been incredible. He wanted to repeat it over and over again for the rest of the evening.

Astryd shook her head. “On my island, we take what people from the mainland bring us, use it and then cast it back to the sea again.” It was a metaphor for the many tourists that came to Astryd’s island and stayed for a week or two, then never returned again. It saved heartbreak not to form attachments. In this case Astryd had taken her pleasure from what Alexa had brought, her lover Vincent, and was now returning him back to her again.

With a sincere grace, Astryd put herself back into her dress enough to walk back through the hotel and left Vinny standing behind with a final smile. It would do a number on him to be used like that and then bid adieu. Perhaps because it was something so close to what he had done to any number of women. It would do Vinny right to be on the other foot for a change.

Restoring his formal wear to the best of his abilities, Vinny remained alone for a while before following Astryd back into the hotel proper. He could either call it a night or return back to the wedding reception still. Whatever he did, he needed to first get back to his room and slip into something more presentable.