"If you aren't from the island, why are you going there?" I asked, still looking straight into her eyes without flinching.
The mysterious woman let her gaze drop slowly to the thick, obvious bulge straining against my pants. She stared at it for a long second, then lifted her eyes back to mine. A slow, seductive smile curved her full lips, equal parts amusement and challenge.
"So… you're one of those young guys who come to our island every other month, seeking something they can't even handle," she said, her voice low, smooth, and faintly mocking.
I smiled back, refusing to back down from the heavy, almost oppressive aura she carried.
"What is even on that island that is so hard to handle?" I asked, keeping my tone calm and curious.
Instead of answering right away, she stepped closer. Her body moved in until her mouth was only a few inches from mine. Those massive, soft breasts were now just a breath away from my throbbing bulge, the heat of her body radiating against me.
