[Kite]

“I was the touristy guy sitting at a table for one on the deck of a restaurant at some cheesy hotel in Honolulu when my hula goddess took the stage. The way she swayed her hips and puckered up those dark pink lips, I was hypnotized immediately. She was fleshy in all the right places, but it was the way she moved that really got me. I stuck around after dinner and waited at the bar, figuring her shift had to end at some point.

Finally, around 10pm, she headed to a back room and came out wearing these tight jeans that showed off her plump ass and a crop top that teased me with a sliver of stomach. I offered to buy her a drink and she replied that she’d love a vodka, but only up in my room. I couldn’t believe my luck!

I led her upstairs by the hand, but we didn’t even bother with the drinks. We got naked and I got to work, kissing every inch of her beautiful, voluptuous, tanned body. Her hair was long and sleek and soft and her nipples were these perfect little raisins begging me to suckle them. She went down on me like she wanted to suck it, badly, massaging my shaft and bopping her head up and down like a pro. Then she mounted me and started moving her torso, snake like, getting her hula groove on right on top of me. When she came, she screamed and grabbed her tits and the sight and sound of her orgasming was enough to push me over the edge. We came together, pretty much, which is rare with a stranger but the sex was that fucking good. I passed out right after and by the time I woke up, she was gone—and so was all the cash in my wallet. I didn’t care, though. She worth every single pinched penny.”