Fuckin My Sugar Daddy On A Cruise Ship Balcony

Under the sprawling sky, the cruise ship’s balcony overlooks endless ocean, a stage for our sordid performance. His hands, rough and demanding, grip my hips, pulling me back against his throbbing hard cock. My red thong is a flimsy barrier, already soaked from the salty air and my own filthy anticipation. He rips it aside, fingers digging into my flesh, leaving marks that will bloom like bruises under the moonlight. I lean over the railing, ass high in the air, exposed to the wind and his hungry gaze. He spits on his hand, rubbing the slickness onto his shaft, before slamming into me with a grunt. Each thrust is a claim, a conquest, his balls slapping against my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I can feel every vein, every pulse of his cock as he fucks me raw, the ocean breeze doing nothing to cool the heat between my legs.

His grip tightens, fingers tracing the curve of my ass, teasing the tight ring of muscle. I push back against him, a silent plea for more. He chuckles, a dark sound, before sliding a finger into my ass, the intrusion making me gasp. He fucks me with his finger, matching the rhythm of his cock in my pussy, the dual sensations overwhelming. I can feel my orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to consume me. He knows it too, his thrusts becoming more brutal, more urgent. “Cum for me, you little slut,” he growls, his voice a low rumble. And I do, my body convulsing as I scream out my release, the sound swallowed by the vast expanse of the sea. He follows soon after, his cock pulsing as he fills me with his hot cum, marking me as his, at least for tonight.