My rich guy

I met him this summer. Rich, good looking, the kind who lets money work while he plays. When he invited me out on his speedboat, I figured it was time to settle accounts my way. Blonde hair catching sun, bikini already slipping at the straps, I sank between his legs on the deck. The brunette driver kept us steady while I opened his pants and took him into my mouth, slow at first, then deeper, sucking until my throat tightened around him. He tasted like salt and money. My lips sealed, tongue working, every wet sound mixing with the engine hum. She glanced back once, smirk on her face, but kept the boat straight while I kept going until he finished down my throat, hot and heavy, while the water rushed past.