Chapter 9: The Island of 20 Desires
As twilight painted the island in shades of orange and
violet, the air shimmered with anticipation. Tropical beats flowed from the
beachfront speakers, torches flickered along the white sand, and silk tents
swayed in the warm breeze. Tables were loaded with exotic fruit, oysters,
champagne towers, and chocolate fountains.
And then… they started arriving. It was like the add for a certain deo, where even Angles will fall
Twenty of the most breathtaking women any of them had ever
seen — all invited by Salty, each more radiant than the last.
Aurora, a fiery redhead from Norway with pale
freckled skin and hips that didn’t quit, wore a sheer red wrap and nothing
underneath.
Yasmin, an Egyptian goddess with glowing brown skin and kohl-lined eyes,
sauntered barefoot in gold chains.
Jade, an Australian surfer with sun-kissed abs and sandy blonde
dreadlocks, grinned mischievously in a tiny neon bikini.
Lucía, from Spain, had hips made for dancing and lips like ripe
cherries, dressed in a backless silk dress that clung to every curve.
Chantel, a Caribbean bombshell with glowing mocha skin and a laugh that
turned heads, brought a tray of tequila shots and gave everyone a kiss — on the
mouth.
They kept coming:
Nina from Italy, with emerald eyes and curves wrapped
in lace.
Haruka, a Japanese model in a translucent kimono, soft-spoken but with
eyes that promised sin.
Sasha from Ukraine, tall and icy with legs that went on forever.
Cleo, a British DJ with bubblegum pink hair, fishnets, and a black
leather corset.
Maya, a fiery Latina who arrived in nothing but body glitter and
confidence.
The list went on — each woman stunning, unique, and ready to
play.
Sarah, Michelle, Ciara, and Ellen stood on the deck of the
villa, drinks in hand, watching the arrival with growing excitement.
“This feels like a dream,” Michelle murmured.
“It’s not,” Sarah whispered, sliding her hand around Salty’s
waist. “It’s our party.”
Salty, dressed in white linen pants and nothing else, looked
like a Greek god with a naughty smirk.
“Ladies,” he called out as the music slowed, “Welcome to the
night of no limits. No rules. No shame. Just pure, unfiltered pleasure.”
The women cheered. Clothes were tossed. Laughter exploded.
Bodies began to sway together as the first beats of a slow, sensual rhythm
pulsed through the sand.
What began as a party became an orgy of indulgence.
Sarah found herself kissing Lucía under a palm tree,
their hands slipping into each other’s bikini bottoms as their moans were lost
in the breeze.
Michelle danced with Chantel and Cleo, their hips grinding to the
beat until they collapsed in a giggling pile on a daybed, tangled up in each
other.
Ciara dared Aurora and Yasmin to a strip tease, and things
escalated into a wild threesome in the infinity pool.
Ellen and Haruka explored the hot tub, joined by Jade, who sat on
the edge and slid into pleasure with a mischievous wink.
And Salty?
He was the center of the storm.
He moved through the crowd like a king — ripped, soaked in
oil and sweat, kissed and licked by every woman he passed. His stamina was
unmatched, his passion endless. He lifted Nina into his arms and made
her scream on the bar.
He took Maya against the villa wall, her nails digging into his back.
Sasha rode him by the firepit, while Yasmin and Aurora
kissed above them.
Sarah joined in, dragging Lucía and Chantel
into the mix. The sand stuck to their skin, the stars witnessed everything, and
by midnight, every inch of the island was echoing with pleasure.
They took breaks only to drink, kiss, and laugh before
diving back in. Massages turned into more. Fruit-fed mouths met wet thighs.
There was love, lust, and joy — every kind of connection, shared freely.
By morning, the entire group collapsed in a sprawl of
pillows, blankets, and tanned, satisfied bodies.
Salty, somewhere in the middle, whispered with a tired grin,
“Best. Night. Ever.”
Sarah rolled over, her body aching in all the best ways.
“And tomorrow?”
“Round two,” Michelle muttered sleepily.
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