Saratoga had been looking forward to her vacation for months—a peaceful cruise, time away from everything. Standing on the deck, she felt the ocean breeze and smiled, feeling at peace.

"This vacation is going to be perfect," she thought, enjoying the calm waves.

But the skies darkened suddenly, and the sea turned wild. Massive waves crashed against the ship, tossing it like a toy. Saratoga's heart pounded in terror. "What’s happening?!" she screamed as the ship groaned under the pressure of the storm. Is the ship... sinking?! she thought, just as she was flung into the icy waters.

Saratoga awoke days later, lying on a beach. Her body was weak, aching. She couldn’t move or open her eyes. She had washed ashore, unconscious, a survivor of the wreckage.

Island men found her on the sand. "She’s breathing!" one of them called, kneeling beside her. "I’ll take her to my home," said another man, lifting her carefully. "I’ll take care of her."

Days later, Saratoga woke up in an unfamiliar bed, her mind foggy. "Am I dreaming...?" she wondered. But as she sat up and looked around, panic rose in her chest. "This isn’t a dream... Where am I?"

A man entered, carrying a bowl of soup. He was tall, with dark skin and a calm expression. "You’re awake," he said softly. "You were in a shipwreck. We found you on the beach and brought you here."

Saratoga’s heart raced as she remembered the storm. "I... I was on a ship..." she murmured, her voice trembling. "Thank you for saving me."

The man smiled. "There is one way you could repay me," he said, his voice darkening slightly. He stepped closer and tilted her chin up gently. "If you want to thank me, repay me with your body."

Her breath hitched. "W-What...?" she stammered, her face flushing. Her mind raced, but slowly, she nodded, blushing. "I... I will," she whispered.

The man’s eyes gleamed as he moved closer. "Good girl," he murmured, his lips brushing hers.

Moments later, the man had her bare, his lips trailing down her neck as his hands cupped her breasts. "You don’t know how hard it was to hold back when I found you," he murmured against her skin. "You’re so beautiful."

"A-Ah...!" Saratoga moaned softly, her hands gripping the sheets.

When he undressed himself, Saratoga’s eyes widened in shock. His cock was massive—larger than anything she had imagined. She had never seen a man like him before.

"It’s... so big," she whispered, her heart racing.

"You’ll take it," he said, his voice deep. He guided her down, pressing his thick cock to her lips. "Suck it."

Hesitant, Saratoga opened her mouth, taking him in slowly, but she struggled to fit him in fully.

Minutes later, she found herself using her breasts to pleasure him. His groans filled the room, his hands gripping her shoulders.

"You really want to make me feel good, don’t you?" he groaned.

"I... I want to repay you," Saratoga said shyly.

With a deep groan, he came into her mouth. "Swallow it all," he ordered. Saratoga gagged, her eyes rolling back as she tried to swallow every drop.

Later, Saratoga was on all fours, her body trembling with anticipation. The man knelt behind her, spreading her soft cheeks. "You have such a perfect pussy," he said, his fingers teasing her. "I’ve never seen one like this."

"D-Don’t say things like that..." she whimpered, her face flushing.

When he entered her, Saratoga cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. "A-Ahh! It’s too big!" she gasped.

"You’ll take it," he groaned, thrusting deeper.

Despite the initial pain, the pleasure grew quickly, and soon Saratoga was begging for more. "I-It’s too much... but I want more..." she moaned.

Before long, she was trembling in ecstasy, her orgasm tearing through her as he filled her with his seed. "I’m cumming!" she cried, her body shaking.

"Take it all," he growled. "You’re mine now."

Months passed, and Saratoga had made a home on the island. She had grown close to the man who had saved her, and now they stood in a church, exchanging vows.

"I never imagined my life would turn out like this," Saratoga thought, smiling. "But I’m so happy."

"You’re everything I’ve ever wanted," the man said softly, taking her hands.

After the ceremony, the man couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled her close, his hands wandering. "You were so hot today," he whispered. "I need you."

"Wait, honey..." Saratoga giggled, pushing him back. "We should say goodbye to the guests first!"

A few hours later, they were alone in a room. The man’s hands roamed over her as he pressed her against the wall. "You were so hot... but you’re mine," he growled, his hands squeezing her breasts.

"I’m yours, forever," Saratoga whispered.

As they made love again, the man groaned as he came inside her. "Get pregnant," he growled.

"Yesss... get me pregnant!" Saratoga moaned, trembling as another orgasm tore through her.

Afterward, as they lay together, Saratoga looked into his eyes. "Thank you... for saving me. I don’t know how I’d live without you."

"You don’t have to," he replied, pulling her close. "You’re mine forever."