Welcome to a day that's gone from bad to worse. My tripod has failed me, my food order is nowhere to be found, and to top it all off, I'm feeling sexually frustrated and on the verge of a meltdown. The universe seems to be conspiring against me, and I'm at my wit's end. Just as I'm about to lose it, the doorbell rings, and "Door Smash" finally arrives with my long-overdue food. The driver, Island Boy, can sense my frustration and offers to help me unwind. I'm hesitant at first, but something about his charming smile and piercing gaze puts me at ease. I ask him to take some sexy snaps to lift my spirits, and before I know it, we're getting a little too comfortable. One thing leads to another, and Island Boy proves to be more than just a delivery driver. He's got skills that go beyond navigating traffic, and I'm more than happy to be the beneficiary of his expertise. The tension is palpable, and the air is electric as we give in to our desires. In a moment of pure passion, Island Boy fucks me like I've never been fucked before. It's a release of all the pent-up frustration and energy, and I'm left breathless and begging for more. When it's all over, he doesn't need a tip – he's already gotten a big one. Join me on this wild ride, where a delivery dare turns into a sexual escapade that will leave you questioning the true meaning of "delivery" services. Will I ever look at food delivery the same way again?