It was a humid night in the Caribbean, and the air was thick with the scent of exotic flowers. The resort was quiet, most of the guests having retired to their rooms for the night. But in one of the villas, a fire was burning brightly.
Rashad, a tall and muscular man with dark skin, stood topless by the fireplace, a glass of rum in his hand. He was on his vacation, and he was determined to make the most of it. He had always been attracted to petite women, and he couldn’t believe his luck when he met Svetlana, a stunning Russian woman with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She was the complete opposite of him, and he was drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
Svetlana, 19 years old, was lounging on the couch, her body draped in a sheer silk robe. She had been watching Rashad all evening, admiring his toned physique and the way he moved with such confidence. She had never been with a black man before, and she was curious about what it would be like.
Rashad walked over to Svetlana, and sat down next to her. He took a sip of his rum and set the glass down on the table. He looked at Svetlana, his eyes burning with desire. She looked back at him, her breath hitching in her throat.
He leaned in and kissed her, his lips soft and warm against hers. She responded eagerly, her tongue meeting his in a passionate dance. He ran his hands over her body, feeling the soft curves beneath the silk robe. She moaned softly, her body trembling with anticipation.
He slowly undid the tie of her robe, revealing her naked body. She was even more beautiful than he imagined, her skin smooth and pale, her breasts firm and round. He couldn’t resist any longer, he leaned down and took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting gently. She arched her back, her fingers tangled in his hair, as he moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention.
He trailed kisses down her body, stopping to lick and nibble at her navel. She gasped as he reached her most sensitive spot, his tongue working magic on her clit. She was moaning loudly now, her hips bucking as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm.
He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her wetness, her muscles clenching around him. He added another finger, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come. She was begging him now, her voice hoarse with desire.
He positioned himself between her legs, his cock hard and ready. He teased her entrance, sliding the tip of his cock in and out, making her beg for more. Finally, he couldn’t resist any longer, he thrust into her, filling her completely. She cried out, her nails digging into his back as he started to move.
He fucked her hard and fast, their bodies slapping together, the sound of their moans and gasps filling the room. He could feel her muscles tightening around him, her orgasm building. She screamed as she came, her body shaking and convulsing. He couldn’t hold back any longer, he let go, filling her with his cum.
They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies slick with sweat. He rolled over, pulling her close, her head resting on his chest. They lay there in silence, listening to the sound of their own breathing, the crackle of the fire.
As the night went on, they tried different positions, each one more intense than the last. They explored each other’s bodies, learning what made the other moan and gasp. They fucked until the early hours of the morning, when the sun began to rise and the birds began to sing.
Exhausted, they fell asleep in each other’s arms, their bodies tangled together. They knew that this was just a fling, a vacation romance. But for now, they were content to enjoy each other’s company, and the passion that burned between them.
