"I-Isabelle... how the hell did you pull this off?!" Chris exclaims.
He stands stunned before a massive villa on the white beach of a small Hawaiian island. Zaira and Mia are just as amazed.
"I already told you, didn’t I? It’s a gift from the man I work for. To reward my dedication and precision, he let us use one of his private islands for a few days so we can enjoy a well-deserved vacation."
Mia stares at her suspiciously.
"I doubt anyone would leave a private island to their cleaning lady just because she dusts well... Isabelle, are you sure there isn’t sothing else going on?"
Isabelle looks around, playing dumb.
"I really don’t understand what you’re talking about, Princess Mia."
"Oh, yes you do! I hope you didn’t do anything obscene with that man to get the keys to this villa! Knowing how perverted you are, it wouldn’t surprise at all!"
Isabelle pouts.
"The way you see is very offensive, Princess Mia! And no, I didn’t do anything obscene — he gave it to willingly! Next week my employer will hold an important business eting here, and he asked to get the place ready — and of course enjoy the sea and the sun with my family while I’m at it! And instead of judging other people’s sex lives, maybe you should start thinking about yours! You’re eighteen, and you already act like one of those old virgin spinsters who judge won who enjoy themselves!"
Mia suddenly blushes and puffs out her cheeks, offended. She’s about to mutter sothing back at Isabelle, but Zaira cuts in first.
"Co on, we just got to this dream island and all you can do is argue? More importantly... does this an the whole island is ours?"
"Exactly! A deserted island in the middle of the ocean, all to ourselves, is the perfect place to train! But we can beat each other up tomorrow — today let’s just relax and enjoy this corner of paradise."
Zaira doesn’t need to be told twice.
She drops her suitcases on the sand and, in seconds, strips off her clothes one by one, tossing them aside carelessly. First the blouse, then the shorts, until she’s left in just her swimsuit... and then she casually slips that off too, ending up completely naked.
Chris stands frozen like a statue, his eyes darting up and down between her huge chest and the small, neat fiery red bush between her legs. The sight is so heavenly it feels like he’s looking at an angel rather than a demon. Zaira’s nipples seem to stare right at him, so hypnotic that he doesn’t even notice the bulge swelling under his thin swim shorts.
Mia turns red like a tomato. She glares at Zaira, then at Chris, before dropping her gaze — only to snap it back up a second later.
"Z-Zaira... you’re so shaless... and you, Chris, are even worse! You n are all the sa! The mont you see a pair of boobs, your brain just shuts off!"
"Instead of complaining, strip and get in the water, Mia! Swimming naked in the sea is amazing — and if we don’t do it now, with a whole island to ourselves, when will we? We have to take advantage of it! And you too, Chris — pull that thing out and get in the water!"
Zaira then runs along the shoreline, clearly teasing Chris. The way her huge chest and generous hips bounce puts his self-control to the test.
Damn... if it were up to , I’d already be naked and running after her, but that would only cause trouble. Not so much because of what Mia thinks of — in her eyes I’m just a vulgar horny guy, and there’s no point trying to change that — but because of Isabelle. If I chased Zaira, I’m sure she’d hit with one of her weird sexual punishnts! She’d probably drench herself in seawater and then make lick her.
Damn it... I’ve got a walking sex bomb running naked right in front of , and all I can do is watch — and not even show it. Life is so unfair sotis...
"Co on, Chris, what are you waiting for? Go have so fun — tomorrow’s going to be tough! Don’t tell you’re shy about being naked — you’ve got nothing to be ashad of, trust ," Isabelle says with a mischievous wink.
Did I hear that right...? Isabelle’s telling to go for it with Zaira...? Is this a trap? Or does she really want to give a day of total freedom? Oh, screw it — I’m going for it!
Chris takes off running toward Zaira. He clumsily strips as he runs and even trips while pulling off his swimsuit.
"Oh no, a giant snake is chasing !" Zaira shouts with a laugh as she dives into the water and swims away from Chris.
"And you, Princess Mia, don’t you want to go play with them? We’re only here a few days — who knows if we’ll ever get a chance like this again."
"If you can even call that playing..."
Isabelle shakes her head in resignation.
"Aaah... this is all your mother’s fault. She’s the one who filled your head with all that nonsense about saving yourself for the right man, right?"
"T-That’s not nonsense! Virginity is important! And besides, I’m a princess — I can’t act like so vulgar slut and sleep with any handso guy who flirts with ! I-I made it to eighteen as a virgin, and I’m still alive!"
"Ah, Mia, Mia... the day you finally decide to enjoy life, you’ll regret waiting so long and putting up all these ntal walls..."
"Shut up."
When Chris finally catches up to Zaira and grabs her by the wrist, they’re already far out, the water nearly up to his chin.
"So you finally caught , my virile stud," Zaira murmurs in a warm, sensual voice.
She moves closer until they’re chest to chest. His already hard erection stiffens even more as he feels the softness of her breasts pressed against him.
Zaira pushes her hips forward, trapping his cock between her thighs.
Overwheld with excitent, Chris barely has ti to glance toward the shore.
Isabelle and Mia look like tiny dots in the distance. And from that far away, he and Zaira should look the sa.
Before he can even be sure they’re far enough from the shore, Zaira grabs his face, pulls him toward her, and slips her tongue into his mouth while rubbing against him.
"Enjoy this appetizer, my stud... tonight, while everyone sleeps, I’ll give you the main course..."
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