I’m divorced, wealthy, and willing to spend money to fulfill my sexual fantasies.
I’ve been crushing on a certain reality show contestant for about a year now. She 22 with a fun attitude and an absolutely incredible body. She’s not a household name, and she wasn’t even on the show for very long, but she did make a splash as a “troublemaker”.
I fell in love with her body and her attitude.
Of course she has an agent now, so I contact her agency with a (generous) offer for a two-week private photoshoot somewhere sandy and nice. That gets her attention and we do a video call to discuss details. She already knows what’s up, but I make my expectations for the arrangement crystal clear. She agrees.
A month later I’m on vacation with her, living large in a deluxe beachfront suite and having sex a few times per day—in the bed, in the hot tub, on the beach at night, everywhere. When we’re not fucking, she’s on my arm, dining across from me, or laying out on the beach next next to me in a ridiculously revealing bikini, vape pen in hand and a big grin on her face.