She twisted the throttle and steered the jet ski toward the small island—I hoped it wouldn't have any horny people like us trying to get away from everyone to do some lewd things.

I kept fondling Lan's boobs. Man, they were so soft, my hands overflowing with them, palms filled with warm, smooth skin under the lotion and sun. My fingers sank deep into the heavy flesh.

Lan was opening fully to my touch now—she didn't care how I touched her, body relaxing back into me, moaning soft over the engine roar, hips shifting subtle to grind her ass against my dick harder.

Her ass was still pressed tight against my dick, and God, it was so big up close like that. Those massive cheeks swallowed my bulge completely, thick and juicy, jiggling with every wave hit. The thong string was lost deep between them.

My dick looked smaller in comparison, straining hard but dwarfed by her perfect curves.

There was no way in hell Lan's husband Minh ever even tried to fuck her doggystyle—well, I don't even think he fucked Lan with an erect dick ever, as she told me he couldn't get it hard for her.

And now I knew the reason why—the way he was getting his ass fucked by El, moaning low and needy, it was clear now that he was gay. He just didn't want to come out to his family, that's why he gave in to the pressure and married Lan.

But he was fully gay. The way he took El's cock deep left no room for doubt.

Honestly, it was bad for Lan. She wouldn't have a husband who'd love and satisfy her needs properly ever.

But it was perfect for me. With her husband out of the picture, and soon after Lan saw my dick in full glory, she would just be my little slave. She would crave my cock over any other man, over her useless husband who didn't even count.

Soon, at full speed, we reached the small island. I put my hands over Lan's to make sure she didn't mess up the brake. I didn't want the jet ski to go too deep into the sand.

I helped her press the brake. My hands guided hers gently on the levers as we slowed. The engine rumbled down, and the waves lapped softly against the hull.

"We're finally here, Alex," Lan said, looking around the island with wide eyes.

The island was full of greenery. The shore where we parked the jet ski had soft white sand, and a little farther inland the jungle started. Tall trees swayed gently, thick bushes filled the space, and so much green made it feel alive and untouched.

But a small path cut through the vegetation. It was narrow and worn, like people had walked it often, with dirt packed down and leaves trampled.

We got off the jet ski—waves lapping gentle at the hull—and walked on the sand, admiring the view, looking back at the ocean where we came from. Nothing in sight—we'd come too far, couldn't even see the main beach or any boats, just endless blue sea all around.

"It feels like we're deserted on an island," I said, looking around, voice low in the quiet.

"Yeah… it gives that vibe," Lan said smiling, finally enjoying her life.

"Hey Alex, look at that path," she said, pointing at the trail I'd noticed before. "It looks taken often."

"Yeah… do you wanna follow that and see where we end up?" I said, trying to scare her a little, teasing.

"Come on, Alex… let's go," she said, grabbing my arm, trying to pull me forward, excited and bold now.

But I pulled her closer instead—wrapping her in my arms, hands resting on her waist, grabbing her sexy hips firm, fingers digging into the soft flesh. Her boobs fully pressed into my chest, heavy and warm through the tiny bikini top, nipples hard poking against me. My dick touched and poked her lower stomach—thick bulge pressing into her soft belly, throbbing with need.

"Alex… you are so needy," she looked up at me and said this in a lewd way, voice breathy, eyes dark, biting her lip.

"Yeah… what if I am?" I said, squeezing her into me more, grinding slow so she felt every inch of my hardness against her.

"Can't you wait a little longer?" she teased, tracing her finger on my chest closer to my nipples—she knew I was sensitive there.

"Do I look like I can wait?" I said, gesturing her to look down at my dick—which looked like it could rip my shorts any second from the hardness, head outlined thick, leaking through the fabric.

"God… you're still so hard," she said, looking at my tented shorts then back at me, not believing it—of course not, she didn't have any man around to show her what a real dick looked like, so everything was new for her, eyes wide with wonder and a little awe.

"Yeah… and it's all your fault," I said, grinding my bulge slow on her lower stomach, showing her how hard it was poking her, thick head pressing into her soft belly through the fabric.

"Why is it my fault?" she said, playing with me now, teasing back, voice breathy and playful, eyes sparkling as she pushed her hips subtle against me.

"You don't know why?" I asked, putting my face closer to hers—so close our breaths mixed, lips almost brushing, making her blush hard.

Seeing me up close like this while my dick was so tightly touching her, she blushed deep—looked down quick and hid her face in my chest like a cute girl, pressing soft kisses to my skin, lips warm and shy.

I was feeling her warmth with my arms wrapped around her—she put her arms behind me, wrapping tight and pulling me closer, like she was loving every second we were hugged like this, bodies molded, heat building.

Then she put her lips on my nipple—where she'd hidden her face—kissing it soft at first, warm and lingering, lips brushing the sensitive peak like she was testing, tasting.

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