Soon after getting off the cable car and traveling back in the buggies to the beach house, we finally arrived. The sun was low, casting long golden shadows across the sand, and the air slled of salt and cooling earth as we stepped through the main entrance.
"That was such a nice visit," Brittany said as we walked inside, her voice bright but a little wistful. "Alex, you really missed the stuff we saw at the temple, they had like ancient carvings, old scrolls, incense burners shaped like dragons... it was beautiful."
"Yeah?" I asked in surprise, like I had missed what they saw, but I didn’t care about that stuff. I was busy breeding the priestess.
"Welco back, everyone," Shyla called from behind the reception desk, smiling warmly. "I hope you all enjoyed your visit to the temple."
There was a man standing next to her, talking on the telephone, maybe attending to a guest call. Well-dressed and composed, it was probably her husband, back at work.
Shyla’s eyes flicked to the mont I entered, dark and hungry, like she was rembering every second of what we’d done before and wanted more.
But now we were short on ti.
"Yeah, it was really nice," Lily said as we approached the lobby counter. "Can you please prepare lunch for us? We couldn’t make it to any other place today and we’re starving."
"Sure," Shyla replied smoothly. "Maya, please prepare lunch for our guests," she said to Maya, who was dusting so portraits in the lobby.
"Of course, ma’am." Maya nodded and headed toward the dining area, a faint smile playing on her lips as she glanced at .
She hadn’t forgotten that I’d given her permission to co to my room tonight, and she definitely wouldn’t be pleased to learn I was leaving.
"Honey, I think I’ll grab sothing to eat outside," Minh said to Lan as he and El made their way toward the door. "El and I are going for a walk along the beach."
I knew what they were going to do, they were going to fuck like animals.
The lobby filled with the familiar chatter of the group, talking at once about the temple, the hike, how tired they were. I hung back a little, watching Shyla steal glances at while her husband was distracted on the phone, Maya hurrying toward the dining area with that knowing sway in her hips, and the others already heading to their rooms to pack.
"Let’s all et for lunch after we freshen up," Lily said as we walked toward our rooms, her voice drifting over the soft echo of footsteps against the wooden floor.
Lily, Autumn, Brittany, Gloria, and Lan walked ahead, chatting softly about the temple, their bags slung over their shoulders and their hair still ssy from the day.
I lingered a few steps behind, and Tiffany matched my pace, deliberately slowing down. She kept glancing at the group in front of us to make sure no one was watching, clearly looking for a mont alone with .
"Hey, Alex, I need to talk to you," Tiffany said, coming closer to like she was trying to seduce with the way she looked. Her thick ass filled out those tight shorts perfectly, cheeks jiggling slightly with each step, while her tank top clung to her curves, doing nothing to hide her massive cleavage.
"Yeah, sure, Tiff. Co," I said, nodding toward my room as the others disappeared down the hallway.
I opened the door and let her enter first. Man, her ass was too hot, round, thick, swaying hypnotically as she walked in. She glanced back over her shoulder, catching my stare, lips curving into a knowing little smile. She knew exactly what she was doing to .
We both stepped inside, and I shut the door behind us with a soft click, locking out the rest of the world.
Tiffany sat on the edge of the bed, relaxing back on her hands, her wide hips and thick thighs settling heavily against the mattress. The position made her shorts ride up even higher, exposing more of her smooth, tanned skin, while her tank top stretched tight across her heavy breasts, her cleavage deep and inviting.
Sweat glistened on her neck and between her breasts, making her skin shine and her nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric.
I walked to the mini fridge, pulled out two cold drinks, and handed one to her before sitting close beside her on the bed. Our thighs brushed, her warm, soft skin against mine, and she took the bottle slowly, fingers lingering on mine for a second longer than necessary.
She brought it to her lips, tilting her head back slightly as she drank, making the motion deliberately seductive. A small drop escaped the corner of her mouth, sliding down her chin and dripping onto her cleavage, disappearing between her breasts. She licked her lips slowly afterward.
I drank mine too slowly, eyes locked on Tiffany the whole ti. Her skin glistened with a thin layer of sweat from the day, tiny beads rolling down her neck, tracing the deep valley between her heavy breasts, soaking into the thin fabric of her tank top until it clung even tighter to her curves.
The sight made my cock stir back to life, thickening slowly in my pants, pressing against the fabric as blood rushed south again. Every ti she tilted her head back to swallow, her throat worked visibly, lips wrapping around the bottle rim in a way that looked far too deliberate, far too teasing.
After we both finished, we set our bottles on the nightstand with soft clinks. The room was cooler now, the AC humming steadily, pushing back the late-afternoon heat that still lingered outside, but Tiffany looked like she was still in heat.
"So... what did you want to talk about?" I asked, leaning back on my arms.
Tiffany didn’t answer with words. Instead, she moved quickly, almost predatory, swinging one thick leg over my lap and straddling in one fluid motion. She pinned under her, pressing her full weight down so her tank top flattened tightly against my chest.
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