Deep End Desires

25. Maj Pool, Belgrade

The sun scorched over Belgrade, the kind of relentless heat that made the concrete shimmer and the pool water glisten like molten glass. 25. Maj was alive with summer chaos kids shrieking in the shallow end, couples stretched lazily across towels, and the steady hum of music weaving through laughter, laced with the familiar scent of sunscreen, sweat, and chlorine.

Stefan adjusted his sunglasses, leaning back on his elbows, muscles flexing as he stretched out on a towel by the poolside. His bronzed chest gleamed under the sun, a lazy, confident smirk tugging at his lips while he watched his friends roughhouse in the water.

It was meant to be just another casual summer hangout eleven people in total.

Five guys, including himself.

Four girls mostly girlfriends or friends-of-friends.

And two newcomers himself... and someone he hadn't met yet.

Miloš, Vanja, and Luka his closest boys had thrown it together. The usual crew, plus a couple of faces from uni. Same vibe as always.

At least, it was until he saw her.

He didn't notice when she first arrived. But the moment she peeled off her cover-up and sauntered toward the pool, Stefan's attention locked in like a predator scenting prey.

Isidora.

Thick. Curvy in ways that weren't just eye-catching they were impossible to ignore.

Her black bikini clung to her pale, sun-kissed skin like it was fighting a losing battle. Hips that swayed with effortless confidence, thick thighs that kissed with every step, and an ass so dangerously full it looked like it could smother a man and leave him grateful. A soft, plush belly only exaggerated the sinful curve of her hourglass frame. And her tits fuckin massive, barely contained, the bikini straps digging into her shoulders like they were one wrong move away from surrender.

Long, damp brown hair cascaded down her back, catching the light as droplets traced down her spine. Her round face lit up with every laugh a sound Stefan found himself craving more of within seconds. There was nothing shy about her. Isidora radiated playful, sassy energy throwing teasing jabs at the guys, mock-wrestling with the other girls like she owned every set of eyes around her.

And she did.

Especially his.

Stefan's gaze was magnetized dragged along every bounce of her hips, every shift of those heavy curves, like gravity had chosen her as its center.

"Yo," Miloš's elbow nudged him out of his trance, a knowing grin plastered across his face. "Quit staring, bro. That's Isidora. First time meeting her?"

Stefan didn't even try to deny it. "Yeah... who invited her?"

"Jelena they're best friends," Miloš said, nodding toward one of the girls splashing in the water. His grin widened as he leaned in conspiratorially. "Isidora just dumped her boyfriend last week. Caught the idiot cheating."

Stefan's smirk curled wider, his gaze never leaving the thick beauty across the pool.

"His loss."

Miloš let out a low chuckle. "Careful, man. She's... a lot of woman."

But Stefan was already gone mentally, at least. His eyes followed Isidora as she bent over to adjust her towel, the black bikini bottoms straining to contain the sheer volume of her ass. The fabric looked one deep breath away from surrendering entirely.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, an unconscious reaction to the view in front of him.

"I like a challenge," he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to Miloš.

Moments later, Jelena's voice cut through the humid air, calling Isidora over. The girls dove into the pool with a splash, laughter ringing out as they disappeared beneath the surface.

Stefan pushed himself up, stretching in that lazy, deliberate way that made his abs flex and his swim shorts ride low on his hips. He strolled toward the pool's edge, pretending to casually scan the water though his focus never wavered from the spot where Isidora swam.

When she surfaced, flicking her wet hair back like something out of a fantasy, Stefan's patience was rewarded. Her laughter faded as her gaze caught his. For a heartbeat, neither of them moved.

Then just as he hoped her eyes dropped. First to his chest... then lower.

A flicker of curiosity. A spark of interest. And when she looked back up, it was with a small, knowing smile tugging at her lips.

Oh yeah. She noticed.

The afternoon blurred into the kind of playful chaos only summer could bring volleyball games that dissolved into splash fights, sunbathing sessions interrupted by someone dumping cold water, and constant trips to the kiosk for beers and sodas.

Stefan kept close to his boys, but without fail, he found himself drifting toward wherever Isidora was like his body knew better than to stay away. He wasn't the only one stealing glances, but he sure as hell was the only one bold enough to make it obvious.

It didn't take long for opportunity to present itself.

Isidora reached for the pool's edge, struggling slightly to pull herself out of the deep end, her thick thighs kicking beneath the water. Stefan was already there, hand outstretched before she could ask.

"Need a lift?" His voice was smooth as silk, that signature cocky grin firmly in place.

Isidora arched a brow, her lips curling into a playful smirk as she accepted. Her hand slid into his, soft but strong, and as he braced his feet and pulled, her body pressed against his all of it.

The slick warmth of her curves molded to him for a fleeting second her belly against his abs, those heavy tits skimming his chest, and her thick thighs gliding past his as she climbed out.

She adjusted her bikini top with a teasing flick, the fabric barely holding on.

"Thanks, strong man," she teased, flicking a few droplets of water at him with a wink.

Stefan's gaze lingered just a beat too long on the deep, glistening valley of cleavage before meeting her eyes with a smirk that said he wasn't sorry in the slightest.

"Anytime."

As Isidora sauntered away, hips swaying with deliberate rhythm, Stefan let out a low whistle barely audible but laced with pure hunger.

Yeah...

He was hooked.

Later in the afternoon, they found themselves side by side sharing a towel, the excuse being that Isidora's was too wet. Neither of them seemed in a hurry to fix the situation. Their legs brushed, stayed that way, and every casual shift only brought them closer.

The conversation flowed effortlessly teasing barbs, playful smirks, Stefan's cocky humor colliding perfectly with Isidora's sharp, sassy comebacks. It was less small talk and more like a game each trying to see who could get under the other's skin first.

At one point, Isidora slid her sunglasses down just enough to peer at him over the lenses, her lips curling into a knowing smile.

"You always this obvious when you're checking a girl out?" she asked, her tone light but laced with challenge.

Stefan shrugged, unapologetic, his grin as shameless as ever.

"When she looks like you? Every damn time."

Isidora laughed a rich, throaty sound that made Stefan's stomach tighten but he didn't miss the faint flush creeping into her cheeks. Confidence or not, his words were hitting their mark.

It was obvious to both of them the playful sparring was just a prelude.

It wasn't a question of if things would escalate... only when.

The sun dipped lower, casting everything in a golden haze, but the heat refused to let up. It clung to skin, to the thick air between two bodies sitting far too close to be innocent.

Stefan lounged back on his elbows, legs stretched out, his thigh pressing deliberately against Isidora's bare skin. The chaotic sounds of their friends became background noise just distant splashes and laughter fading beneath the heavy silence charged between them.

Isidora sprawled beside him like she owned the space damp hair draped over her shoulders, droplets sliding down her soft curves. Her bikini top looked exhausted from its efforts, the heavy swell of her breasts threatening to spill free with every subtle movement.

She caught him staring again of course he was and this time, her smirk was pure mischief.

"If you stare any harder," she murmured, voice silky with amusement, "you're gonna burn a hole through my bikini."

Stefan's gaze didn't waver.

"Not my fault you're making it work overtime."

That earned him a low, sultry laugh. Isidora nudged him with her elbow, the soft press of her arm lingering against his.

"Flatterer."

"Nah," Stefan countered smoothly, shifting to face her more fully. His eyes made no secret of their path dragging slowly from her flushed face, down the glistening curve of her cleavage, before meeting her gaze again with a look that said exactly what he was thinking.

"Just honest."

Isidora rolled her eyes, but the way her teeth caught her bottom lip betrayed her. The compliments weren't just landing they were sinking in, stirring something beneath that playful exterior.

For a moment, the sass faded. Her fingers drifted down, absently tugging at the edge of her bikini bottom like she'd suddenly remembered just how much skin she was showing. The shift in her posture wasn't insecurity it was awareness.

The kind that comes when you know someone's undressing you with their eyes... and you secretly love it.

Isidora's playful energy faltered, her voice dipping into something quieter almost hesitant.

"You know..." she began, her fingers absently toying with the edge of her bikini bottom, "not every guy's into... all this."

She gestured vaguely at her body, the words wrapped in humor, but Stefan caught the flicker of vulnerability beneath it the kind of comment that sounded rehearsed, like she'd said it before to cover deeper wounds.

"My ex..." she continued, her gaze drifting toward the pool where Jelena and the other girls lounged. Her lips curled into a wry smile, but it was thin forced.

"Yeah... he made it pretty clear I was a bit too much to handle for him that's why he cheated on me. He started dating some small skinny girl"

Her fingers traced a slow path across her soft belly, then down to where her thick thighs pressed together, as if cataloging every inch she'd been made to second-guess.

She let out a quiet, self-deprecating laugh, but Stefan didn't miss how her shoulders tensed.

"I mean... look at Jelena," she murmured, nodding subtly toward her slim friend.

"Standing next to her, I look like... two of her. And that one ate another Jelena."

The words hung between them, heavier than the summer heat.

"Some guys see me and think 'too much work.' Too soft, too thick... just too fat for their taste. They don't to date a chubby girl with belly rolls and celulite on her legs"

Her voice faltered at the end, the bravado slipping completely for a heartbeat.

Stefan's brow ticked up, his smirk fading not out of disinterest, but because something far sharper had taken hold.

His gaze dropped slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every curve she'd just criticized. The plush swell of her thighs, the soft dip of her waist, the heavy rise and fall of her chest. To him, it wasn't too much it was perfect.

"Too much?" he echoed, his voice low, almost amused.

He leaned in, close enough that she could feel the heat of his breath against her ear.

"No such thing."

His lips brushed a smirk against her temple before he pulled back just enough to meet her eyes dark, focused, hungry.

"I don't mind diving into the deep end..." he drawled, gaze flicking down her body again like a man about to devour a feast.

"In fact, I fucking prefer it."

Isidora tried to shrug it off, forcing a laugh, but Stefan wasn't fooled. He could see the way her gaze dipped, the subtle way her fingers fidgeted with the damp fabric of her bikini telltale signs of someone who wanted to believe him but had been told otherwise too many times.

After a pause, she sighed, her cheeks flushing with that mix of embarrassment and frustration.

"He wasn't exactly... equipped," she admitted, her voice softer now. She glanced sideways at Stefan, gauging his reaction.

"Said it was hard to... y'know, reach. From behind."

That did it.

Stefan's grin returned slow, wicked, and full of intent.

"Let me get this straight..." he leaned in again, voice dropping to a gravelly whisper meant only for her.

"You're telling me he couldn't hit it right... because your ass and thighs was too thick for him to pass?"

Isidora let out a laugh this one more genuine but there was still that lingering edge of frustration in her eyes.

"Pretty much. Anal was his go-to. Said at least then he felt like he was doing something."

Stefan clicked his tongue, shaking his head like he'd just heard a tragic story.

"Sounds like he was playing in the wrong league."

Her brow arched, sass flickering back to life, but now there was something else behind it curiosity, maybe even hope.

"Oh yeah? And what league are you in?"

Stefan didn't answer immediately. Instead, he let his gaze drift down once more, taking his time committing every soft curve, every stretch mark, every inch of her plush frame to memory.

She shifted slightly under his stare, her thighs parting just a little where they sat, her chest rising with a deeper breath. The air between them grew heavier charged.

Finally, Stefan leaned in close enough for his lips to almost graze her ear, his voice dropping into something dark and promising.

"The kind that doesn't back down from a challenge..."

Isidora shivered whether from the lingering heat or the weight of Stefan's words, even she didn't seem sure. But when her eyes met his again, something had shifted.

Gone was the playful sass.

Now, her gaze held a spark of curiosity, laced with unmistakable arousal like she was reassessing him, seeing not just the cocky flirt by her side, but a man who might actually back up every word he said.

Before that charged silence could snap, Luka's voice cut through the air from across the pool.

"Yo! You two coming? We're grabbing drinks!"

Isidora exhaled, pulling back just slightly, her fingers adjusting her bikini top though Stefan noted with satisfaction that she wasn't in any rush to cover herself properly. If anything, her movements seemed designed to remind him exactly what was spilling out of that stretched fabric.

"Yeah, coming!" she called back, her voice steady but with a faint huskiness betraying her lingering thoughts.

Before turning away, she cast Stefan a sideways glance, lips curling into a smirk that was equal parts challenge and invitation.

"You gonna keep talking big..." she purred, eyes flicking down his body for just a second, "or can you actually prove it sometime?"

Stefan's grin was slow and deliberate pure sin, carved across his face.

"Stick around," he murmured, his voice low and full of promise. "You'll find out."

They rose together, bodies brushing in ways that felt anything but accidental. Every touch, every shared glance was heavier now charged with the kind of tension that didn't fade... it only built.

As they walked toward the group, Stefan's mind was already racing not with if, but how he was going to turn that playful jab into something far more physical. His gaze lingered on the sway of Isidora's hips, the faint red marks on her skin from sun and water, and the way her damp bikini clung to every curve like it was begging to be peeled off.

And when she glanced over her shoulder teeth sinking into her bottom lip, eyes gleaming with mischief Stefan knew exactly what that look meant.

She wasn't just teasing.

She was waiting.

And he had every intention of giving her what she wanted... and more.

The sun dipped lower, stretching long shadows across 25. Maj, but the heat between Stefan and Isidora didn't fade it only thickened, settling over them like a second skin.

The group had drifted toward a shaded patch of grass near the pool's edge. Some sprawled out on towels, half-dozing from too much sun and cheap beer, while a few die-hards attempted to revive a sluggish game of volleyball. The air buzzed with that lazy, late-afternoon energy perfect camouflage for two people who had very different plans.

Stefan lounged against the rough bark of a tree, a cold can sweating in his hand, but his focus wasn't on the game or anything else, for that matter.

His eyes were locked on her.

Isidora sat across the group with Jelena and one of the guys, head thrown back in laughter at some joke he couldn't hear. But Stefan wasn't listening anyway. He was watching the way her damp hair clung to her shoulders, the way her bikini hugged every soft curve like a lover refusing to let go.

And every so often just enough to drive him crazy her gaze flicked toward him. Quick. Subtle. But heavy with meaning.

It wasn't teasing anymore.

It was a summons.

Their earlier exchange replayed in his mind her playful challenge, the flicker of insecurity she tried to mask, and the way her eyes had darkened when he promised he didn't shy away from women built like her. If anything, he craved it.

So when she caught him staring this time, Stefan didn't bother looking away. He let his gaze drag down her body slow, deliberate taking in the soft swell of her belly, the faint stretch marks peeking beneath her bikini, the plush spread of her thighs that practically begged to be parted.

When his eyes met hers again, Isidora's response was immediate.

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, a spark of wickedness flashing across her face.

That was the green light.

With a casual grace that fooled no one least of all Stefan she rose to her feet, brushing imaginary sand from her hips, fingers lingering just a little too long on the curve of her ass. The deliberate sway of her hips as she sauntered toward the changing booths at the back of the complex was nothing short of a provocation.

Stefan let the moment breathe, waiting just long enough to keep things cool before pushing off the tree, stretching like he had all the time in the world even as his pulse pounded with anticipation.

"Where you off to?" Vanja called out, lazily tossing a volleyball into the air.

Stefan smirked, already backing away, his eyes following the trail Isidora had left.

"She needed a hand with something," he tossed back, punctuating it with a wink and a casual jerk of his thumb toward the booths.

A few knowing chuckles rippled through the group, but no one gave it real attention. The perfect cover.

Stefan turned, his relaxed stride masking the hunger simmering beneath the surface.

Because he knew exactly what Isidora needed a hand with.

And he was about to give her both.

By the time Stefan reached the row of weathered wooden changing booths, his pulse was hammering not from nerves, but from that addictive rush of adrenaline. The thrill of getting caught, the heavy weight of anticipation, and the image seared into his mind Isidora's thick curves, pressed up against these narrow, splintered walls.

A soft click drew his attention. One of the doors cracked open just enough for a single eye to peek through mischief gleaming in that dark gaze.

"Took you long enough," she whispered, her voice a sultry tease before her hand shot out, wrapping around his wrist and yanking him inside.

The door shut behind them with a dull thud, sealing them off from the world. Instantly, the air shifted thick, humid, stifling with the scent of chlorine, sweat, and something far more primal already brewing between them.

The booth was cramped, forcing their bodies dangerously close skin to skin, breath mingling in the suffocating heat. Stefan could feel the faint tremble of restraint vibrating between them, both teetering on the edge of something they couldn't take back.

For a heartbeat, they just stared no more words, no more games. Just two people fully aware they were about to cross a line they'd been dancing around all afternoon.

Then Stefan's signature grin crept back cocky, controlled, dripping with confidence.

"So... about that ex who couldn't handle you."

Isidora's breath hitched, but this time her flush wasn't from embarrassment it was pure, unfiltered excitement. She let out a low laugh, the sound vibrating in her throat as her fingers reached out, trailing down his bare chest in a slow, deliberate path. Her nails grazed his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake until they hovered just above the waistband of his shorts.

Her eyes sparkled with challenge as she leaned in, her lips brushing dangerously close to his jaw.

"Talk's cheap, Stefan," she murmured, voice dipping into something dark and daring.

"Show me you're different."

That was all he needed.

In one fluid motion, Stefan's hand slid around her waist, pulling her soft, curvy body flush against him. The plush heat of her frame molded perfectly to his harder lines, her breasts pressing against his chest, her hips settling against the unmistakable bulge straining beneath his shorts.

Isidora's playful smirk faltered just for a second when she felt it. Her breath caught, eyes widening slightly as the reality of what she was up against hit her.

"Oh..." she whispered, her gaze dropping between them, lips parting in surprise.

Stefan leaned in, his lips ghosting over the shell of her ear, his voice a low, sinful promise.

"Told you I play in a different league."

Before she could gather a comeback, Stefan dropped onto the narrow bench lining the booth, legs spreading with lazy dominance, his eyes raking over her with undisguised hunger.

He patted his thigh, smirking up at her.

"On your knees, Isidora."

His gaze flicked pointedly to her chest, voice thick with anticipation.

"Let's start with those perfect tits."

Isidora arched a brow, but the way her tongue flicked across her lips betrayed her eagerness. The sass was still there, but it was laced with something hotter--need.

"Cocky bastard," she muttered under her breath but she was already sinking down, her knees pressing into the worn floor with a quiet thud that sent a jolt through Stefan's spine.

As she settled between his legs, her hands moved to the strained knot of her bikini top. With a slow, almost teasing pull, she let the fabric slip free those massive, heavy breasts spilling out, glistening with a mix of sweat and lingering pool water.

Stefan's cock throbbed in anticipation, his breath coming a little heavier as he watched her cup them pressing the soft flesh together like she knew exactly what kind of torture she was about to inflict.

Isidora glanced up through her lashes, her voice dropping into a sultry purr.

"Hope you're ready, big guy..." she whispered, guiding her tits around the bulge in his shorts, "Because this is just the beginning."

And Stefan knew fuck, did he know he was in for far more than he bargained for.

The cramped booth forcing her thick curves to spill against Stefan's legs as she settled between them. The air was stifling heavy with humidity, chlorine, and the unmistakable scent of anticipation but neither of them noticed the heat anymore.

They were already burning for other reasons.

Stefan leaned back on the narrow bench, legs spread wide, his swim shorts tenting obscenely from the weight of his arousal. His gaze devoured the sight before him Isidora, flushed and breathless, her eyes gleaming with wicked intent as her fingers reached behind her neck.

With a slow, deliberate tug, she loosened the knot holding her bikini top hostage. The overworked fabric surrendered, sliding down her chest. Her nipples stood hard and proud in the thick air, dark peaks begging for attention.

"Fuck..." Stefan exhaled, his voice rough, his cock twitching beneath his shorts. His usual cocky composure faltered for just a second as he drank in the view.

"Even better up close."

Isidora smirked, a playful glint dancing in her eyes as she cupped her massive tits, lifting them just enough to make them bounce subtly reminding Stefan who was in control, at least for now.

"Most guys get shy when they see them in person," she purred, her voice thick with teasing confidence, watching him through lowered lashes like she'd already won this game.

Stefan's grin sharpened, all hunger and challenge, as he hooked his thumbs into his waistband and pushed his shorts down just enough to set himself free.

His cock sprang forward thick, heavily veined, already rock hard the flushed, swollen head bobbing inches from her face. It didn't just stand there; it commanded attention, every inch of him radiating heat and raw intent.

"Yeah?" Stefan shot back, his voice low and cocky. "I'm not most guys."

The playful spark in Isidora's eyes flickered her breath hitched audibly, and for a heartbeat, the sass faded into something far more genuine: surprise.

Her gaze dropped instinctively, widening as she truly saw him.

Not just big, but comparing to her ex he looked like a match for her massive boobs.

Thick enough to make her lips part in disbelief, veins bulging along the shaft, the head flushed purple with need. It pulsed with every beat of his heart, like it was daring her to figure out how she was going to handle it.

"Holy... shit..." she breathed, unable to stop herself, her voice barely more than a whisper.

For a moment, she just stared caught somewhere between admiration and disbelief her playful confidence knocked slightly off balance by the sheer reality of what Stefan had been so cocky about.

But that surprise didn't last long.

A slow, wicked grin curved across her lips as her fingers reached out, wrapping around his shaft. Her nails grazing his sensitive skin as she gave him a slow, reverent stroke, feeling the heat and weight of him throb beneath her palms.

Her eyes flicked back up, regaining that dangerous glint.

"No wonder you talk so much shit..." she murmured, her voice dripping with arousal now less teasing, more intrigued, almost like she was accepting a challenge of her own.

Leaning in, she let the swollen head of his cock brush against her lips just a ghost of a touch allowing a bead of precum to smear across them before pulling back with a sly smile, denying him the satisfaction of more.

Her dark eyes locked onto his, full of mischief and filthy intent, but now tinged with genuine hunger.

Without warning, she shifted sliding his thick shaft between her heavy breasts, pressing them together with a practiced, almost greedy squeeze. The soft, warm flesh enveloped him, and Stefan's breath caught at the sensation.

Isidora gave her tits a playful slap using his dick, watching with satisfaction as his cock twitched violently between the deep valley of her cleavage barely contained, the flushed head already peeking through.

"Bet you've been dreaming about these tits swallowing this fat cock since the second you laid eyes on me..." she purred, her voice a sultry mix of amusement and dark promise.

She gave an exaggerated bounce, making her breasts ripple and wobble around him, earning a sharp twitch from his shaft in response.

Isidora's grin deepened as she watched his composure begin to crack realizing that for all his bravado, she had him right where she wanted.

And with a slow, deliberate lick of her lips, she whispered:

"Let's see if that mouth of yours can keep up... while I make this monster disappear."

Without waiting for a response, she began to move her tits gliding along his length with sinful precision, her eyes never leaving his as she took control of his pleasure.

Stefan's hands gripped the edge of the bench, knuckles whitening as he fought to keep that cocky grin in place but Isidora saw the way his jaw clenched, the way his breathing deepened.

She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his sensitive tip, her lips hovering just shy of a kiss.

"Let's see if you can last while I smother this thing for you..." she whispered, her voice pure sin.

As she began to slide her tits along his length slow, teasing strokes that enveloped him in soft, heated flesh Stefan realized something that made his cock throb even harder.

For all his bravado...

She was the one in control right now.

And he was already addicted to it.

A low, guttural growl rumbled from Stefan's chest, his cock twitching violently at the sight of her on her knees, those massive tits wrapped around his shaft, her lips curved in wicked satisfaction. For once, his usual cocky composure cracked, the sheer filth of the moment overwhelming even him.

Isidora's eyes gleamed as she watched his reaction, her gaze flicking between the thick, veiny length pulsing between her breasts and the way Stefan gripped the bench like he might break it.

"God..." she whispered, her breath hot against his tip as it slid closer to her lips with every bounce of her tits. Her fingers squeezed tighter around the heavy swell of her breasts, struggling to contain him.

"You weren't kidding..."

She leaned in, letting the swollen head of his cock drag across her cheek smearing a glistening bead of precum along her flushed skin like a mark of ownership. Her tongue darted out to taste him, a soft, breathy laugh escaping as she felt him throb against her face.

"No wonder you're so fucking confident..." she purred, her voice dripping with arousal and challenge.

Stefan's hand shot down, threading through her damp hair, gripping it tight as he guided her closer his voice rough, almost strained.

"Wrap those tits around it, baby... Let's see if they can handle me."

Isidora didn't hesitate. She pressed her heavy breasts together, the soft, slick flesh swallowing his shaft in a sinful embrace. Even with her hands squeezing them tight, Stefan's cock still jutted out from the top angry, flushed, and leaking.

"Shit..." Stefan hissed through gritted teeth, his hips giving an involuntary twitch at the obscene sight.

"Perfect fucking fit."

Isidora's lips curled into a dark smile as she began to move slow at first gliding her tits up and down his length, creating a hot, velvety tunnel that made Stefan's head fall back against the booth wall with a dull thud.

The sensation was maddening. Her warm, slick skin wrapped around him, her nipples brushing against his shaft with every stroke, sending jolts through his body.

Stefan's grip in her hair tightened as he watched utterly hypnotized by the way his cock slid through her cleavage, the head popping free with every thrust, smearing precum across her chest, her chin, and the curve of her throat.

Isidora glanced up through her lashes, her tongue flicking out to catch his tip whenever it got close enough just a tease, just enough to make him twitch.

"Mmm... look at you," she teased, her voice breathless but wicked. "All that cock and still so sensitive..."

Stefan growled, his other hand gripping the edge of the bench until his knuckles turned white. He began to thrust upward into her tits, setting a slow, punishing rhythm that made her breasts bounce and ripple with every movement.

The slick sound of skin against skin filled the booth, mingling with their heavy breaths the air thick with sweat, lust, and the raw scent of sex.

Isidora leaned forward, letting more of his shaft disappear between her tits, her lips brushing against the swollen head every time it emerged.

"You're really enjoying yourself, huh?" she purred, her tongue swirling around his tip, tasting every drop he offered.

"Bet your exes never got you this worked up... but then again, they didn't have these to play with."

She gave her tits an extra squeeze, making them smother his cock even tighter, watching the way Stefan's abs tensed, his control slipping fast.

"Fuck... keep going," Stefan groaned, his voice raw, hips starting to buck on their own as the pressure coiled tight in his core.

Isidora's breathing grew heavier, aroused by the sight of him unraveling above her this cocky, dominant man reduced to desperate thrusts and ragged moans because of her body.

Her smile turned wicked as she pressed her tits tighter, her tongue teasing the sensitive slit of his cockhead with featherlight flicks.

"C'mon, big guy..." she whispered, her voice low and commanding now.

"I want to feel you lose it... Show me how messy you can get when a real woman's got you right where she wants you."

That was it.

That was all it took.

With a low, guttural groan, Stefan's entire body tensed muscles coiling tight before he finally let go. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from his cock, splattering across Isidora's chest in messy, uncontrolled bursts. White streaks painted her soft skin, trailing down her throat, dripping between the deep valley of her cleavage, and marking her chin and lips.

Isidora gasped at the sheer volume, her breath catching before dissolving into a breathless, wicked laugh. She glanced down at herself utterly ruined the sticky mess glistening on her pale skin, dripping slowly over the curves of her heavy breasts.

"Fuck... Stefan..." she murmured, voice husky with arousal rather than shock, her fingers already moving to spread the mess. She scooped up a bead of cum from her chest and lazily smeared it across her tits massaging it in like it belonged there, her eyes never leaving his.

Stefan let out a shaky breath, slumping back against the booth wall, his chest rising and falling as he watched her with dark satisfaction. His cock, still slick and throbbing, twitched at the sight of Isidora playing with his release like it was her favorite lotion.

"Look at you..." he muttered, his voice low and rough. "Fucking perfect."

But before he could fully savor the moment, Isidora's gaze flicked down and a sly, knowing smile spread across her cum-streaked lips.

"Damn..." she purred, her tone laced with playful disbelief as her eyes locked on his cock still hard, still pulsing with need despite the load he'd just unleashed.

"Didn't even take the edge off, huh?"

Stefan's smirk was pure sin, his cock twitching in response to her teasing.

"What can I say?" he rasped, his gaze dragging over her messy, glistening body. "You're too good to stop at once."

Isidora bit her lip, her cheeks flushed with a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. Without a word, she slowly turned around giving him a full, unapologetic view of her thick, cum-smeared frame. She braced her hands against the booth wall, arching her back in a way that made her massive ass jut out toward him, soft and glistening in the dim light.

She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming with a daring challenge.

"Well then..." she purred, her voice a sultry taunt.

"Let's see if you can really reach what my ex couldn't."

Stefan's grin darkened into something predatory, hunger burning in his eyes as he rose from the bench. His hands immediately found her hips, fingers digging into the plush flesh like he owned it like he'd been waiting all day for this exact moment.

"Oh, I'll reach it," he growled, stepping in closer so his cock nestled between her cheeks, throbbing against her slick skin.

"And you're gonna feel every fucking inch."

Isidora giggled breathless, eager as she reached into her bag, retrieving a small foil packet a durex condom. With a playful toss over her shoulder, she let it land in his hand.

"Here," she teased, glancing back at him with a wicked smirk.

"Better wrap it up... it's one of my ex's. Not sure if it'll fit that thing of yours."

Stefan leaned over her back, his lips brushing her ear as he growled:

"Now the real challenge starts..."

The thin latex stretched to its absolute limit, clinging to his girth like it was fighting for survival. By the time he managed to force it halfway down, the rest of his thick length was still bare throbbing, veined, and flushed with anticipation.

"Damn..." he muttered, his lips curling into a smirk as he delivered a playful smack to Isidora's wide hips, watching her flesh ripple beneath his hand.

"Your ex would not be able to fill in my condoms if the situation was reversed."

Isidora let out a breathless laugh, the sound laced with arousal and challenge. Braced against the booth wall, she pushed her thick ass back toward him inviting, daring him her skin still glistening with sweat and streaked with remnants of his cum.

"Yeah, well..." she shot back, glancing over her shoulder with a wicked gleam in her eye.

"Let's see if you actually know how to use that thing."

Stefan didn't need more encouragement. He stepped in close, his hands gripping her plush hips firmly, fingers sinking deep into the softness like he was claiming territory. His cock nestled perfectly between her ass cheeks, the sheer width of him disappearing into that thick, yielding valley.

He rocked his hips forward, letting the swollen, exposed head of his cock glide against her soaked pussy lips feeling just how ready she was for him. The slick heat of her made his jaw tighten, a low growl rumbling from his chest.

Leaning over her back, his lips brushed against her ear, his voice a dark promise.

"Trust me..." he rasped. "By the time I'm done, you won't even remember your ex."

That's when Stefan caught sight of the small, fogged mirror fixed to the booth door. A wicked grin spread across his face as inspiration struck. Gripping her hips, he shifted Isidora just enough so the reflection framed the perfect, filthy picture her body bent over, massive tits swaying heavily beneath her, thick ass arched high, with his cock poised right at her dripping entrance.

He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.

"Take a good look," he murmured, his tone thick with dominance. "Watch how it looks when someone handles you."

Isidora's breath hitched sharply as her eyes met her reflection seeing herself like this, raw and exposed, her body glistening with sweat and cum, about to be stretched by a cock that already felt big. The sight alone sent a shiver through her, arousal spiking to dizzying heights.

She barely had time to process it before Stefan began to press forward the thick head breaching her, forcing her open inch by inch.

The stretch was immediate and overwhelming. Stefan moved slowly, savoring every second as her tight, wet pussy struggled to accommodate him. Her walls clenched instinctively, fighting and welcoming him all at once, her soft thighs widening as if her body knew it needed to make room.

"F-fuck..." Isidora gasped, her voice trembling as she gripped the booth wall for balance, her knuckles turning white.

"You're... s-so much bigger..."

Stefan's grin deepened, watching in the mirror as her thick ass swallowed more of his cock with every slow push.

"That's right..." he growled, his hands tightening on her hips. "Feel every fucking inch... This is what you've been missing."

Her body trembled beneath him, caught between the burn of the stretch and the intoxicating fullness she'd never experienced before. Every inch he fed into her felt like uncharted territory too much, and yet exactly what she craved.

Stefan leaned in closer, his chest pressing against her back as he bottomed out grinding his hips against her ass, forcing that last inch inside with a satisfied groan.

"Look at you..." he muttered, his eyes locked on her reflection. "Taking more than he ever could dream of."

Isidora's moan was pure desperation, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment before she forced herself to stare back at the mirror watching the filthy image of herself stretched wide, filled deeper than she thought possible.

And Stefan wasn't done not even close.

Isidora glanced over her shoulder breathless, flushed, but grinning like she held the filthiest secret in the world. Without a hint of hesitation, she reached into her bag, pulled out her phone, and unlocked it with a few quick taps.

"Here," she said, handing it to Stefan with a wicked glint in her eye.

"Record a little something... from behind."

Stefan arched a brow, surprised but thoroughly impressed as he took the phone, already set to record.

"Make sure that big fat dick in the shot," she added, her smirk deepening as her gaze flicked down to where he hovered behind her.

"I want a nice view before you bury it deep... and I better see this fat ass bouncing on it."

Stefan's grin stretched wide fuck, this girl was full of surprises. His cock throbbed harder at the thought of capturing just how obscene they looked together.

He angled the phone, framing the perfect shot: Isidora's thick ass arched beautifully, cheeks glistening with sweat and streaks of her wetness, his heavy cock pulsing right at her slick, eager entrance.

With a playful smack, he sent a ripple through her soft flesh, watching it jiggle in real time and through the screen pure porn.

Then, slowly, he fed the first few inches into her groaning low as he watched her body stretch and swallow him, inch by thick inch. The visual of his cock disappearing between those perfect cheeks had him gripping the phone tighter, fighting the urge to slam into her right then.

A few deep thrusts later, when her ass was clapping back against him lewd, rhythmic, and utterly addictive Isidora reached back without looking, snatched the phone from his hand, and tossed it onto her towel like she'd just checked off a task.

"That's enough," she panted, her voice thick with need, eyes gleaming with wild anticipation.

She glanced over her shoulder, lips curling into a daring smirk.

"Now stop playing around... and fuck me properly."

Stefan didn't need to be told twice.

Stefan's grin darkened, fingers digging deep into Isidora's plush hips as he drove forward watching with primal satisfaction as his thick shaft vanished between her soft, bouncing cheeks. The overstretched condom clung to the base, but most of his cock was skin to skin, gliding effortlessly into her slick, welcoming heat.

"See?" he panted, thrusting deeper, his voice rough with exertion and lust.

"Told you... I reach just fine."

Isidora let out a breathless laugh, but it quickly dissolved into a needy whimper as he bottomed out his hips pressing flush against her ass, forcing her to take every last inch. She arched her back instinctively, her belly rolls shifted beneath her, while her massive tits swayed heavily with every subtle movement.

The cramped booth groaned around them, the old wood protesting with each deep, deliberate thrust. The sharp, wet slap of skin on skin echoed obscenely in the tight space, blending with Isidora's ragged gasps and the faint, distant sounds of laughter and splashing from the pool outside a filthy contrast to what was happening within these walls.

The air was suffocating thick with humidity, sweat, and the raw, unmistakable scent of sex. Chlorine clung to their damp skin, but beneath it, Stefan could smell her that sweet, intoxicating mix of perfume and arousal that made his cock throb even harder.

Every time Isidora gasped, her breath would catch in a soft, helpless whimper, her teeth sinking into her lip in a futile attempt to stay quiet as Stefan's hips slammed against her ass over and over.

Her cheeks rippled with every thrust, that perfect fat ass clapping back against him in a hypnotic rhythm. Stefan's restraint snapped he raised his hand and delivered a sharp smack to her right cheek, watching with satisfaction as a red imprint bloomed before fading into the soft flesh.

With a grunt, he tightened his grip on her hips, pulling her back onto his cock, forcing her to take him deeper with each punishing stroke.

"This fat ass..." he growled, punctuating his words with another harsh slap that made her gasp and shudder beneath him,

"... was fucking wasted on that ex"

Isidora's moan was pure filth, her body pushing back against him eagerly, as if to prove she could take more.

Stefan leaned over her, his lips brushing her ear, voice dropping to a dark, possessive rumble.

"You feel that? Every inch of me buried in you... and I still can't get enough."

He drove his cock deeper, grinding against her spot with ruthless precision.

"You just needed someone like me to handle you." His hand slid around her waist, fingers finding the heavy swing of her tits. "No one else could handle you like this, Isidora. No one until now."

Isidora's response was a choked moan, her walls fluttering around him, her knuckles white as she braced against the wall, barely able to hold herself up. Her tits swung wildly beneath her, slick with sweat and streaked from earlier with every brutal thrust.

"Ngh... S-Stefan..." she gasped, her voice thick with pleasure and disbelief.

"He... he never made me feel like this..."

Stefan's chest pressed firmly against her back now, his body dominating hers completely. His hand snaked around, grabbing a fistful of her slippery tits, struggling to contain them as they spilled between his fingers.

"Of course he didn't," Stefan snarled into her ear, his pace quickening, each thrust hitting harder, deeper.

"But i do."

He slammed into her with a brutal rhythm, the booth creaking dangerously under the force of it, but Stefan didn't care. All he cared about was the way Isidora's body welcomed the abuse how she whimpered, trembled, and tightened around him like she never wanted him to stop.

"Stefan" he growled, biting down lightly on her shoulder as his hand trailed down to her clit, fingers circling it in time with his thrusts.

"I fucking love every inch of you."

Isidora's breath hitched into a desperate cry, her legs beginning to shake, her body teetering on the edge of collapse as Stefan pounded her harder making her closer to cum.

The old booth groaned beneath them, but the real sound the one that mattered was the obscene slap of Stefan's hips against her thick ass and the ragged, muffled moans of a woman being fucked exactly how she'd always needed.

And Stefan wasn't slowing down not until she completely fell apart around him.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed just outside the booth slow, casual... but far too close.

Both of them froze Stefan buried to the hilt, his cock throbbing deep inside Isidora's trembling body. Her breath hitched sharply, panic and arousal crashing together in a dizzying wave. She bit down hard on her forearm, muffling the desperate whimper that threatened to escape as her pussy clenched around him involuntarily.

The faint creak of another booth door nearby made Stefan's heart pound in his ears. The thrill of being caught mid-fuck only fueled the fire burning between them. He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her slick back, lips brushing her ear with a dark whisper.

"Stay quiet..." he murmured, though the wicked edge in his voice suggested he wanted to test how well she could obey.

Isidora nodded frantically, eyes wide, her body taut beneath him whether from fear or excitement, it didn't matter. The danger only made her wetter.

As the footsteps lingered, Stefan didn't stop not entirely. He rolled his hips slowly, grinding deep inside her, making sure she felt every thick inch pulsing within her walls. His hand snaked around to cover her mouth, fingers pressing firmly as he continued to fuck her in agonizing, deliberate strokes.

Her muffled moans vibrated against his palm, her body quivering as the pressure built dangerously high. The sound of nearby voices, the shuffle of feet it was all too much.

When the footsteps finally faded, Stefan didn't hesitate.

He slammed back into her with a brutal thrust, tearing a muffled scream from Isidora's throat as his hand stayed firmly over her mouth.

"You love that, don't you?" he growled low in her ear, his pace turning ruthless. "Getting fucked in secret... knowing anyone could hear you being pleasured like this."

He straightened up, gripping her hips with both hands now, pulling her back onto his cock forcing every inch inside her with punishing strokes that made the booth creak violently around them.

His eyes locked onto the mirror again, watching the obscene image of her thick ass rippling with every thrust, her tits swinging wildly beneath her, her face flushed and desperate.

"Look at you," he panted, delivering a sharp slap to her ass that echoed through the booth, making her yelp against her own arm.

"Taking it like you deserved it."

Isidora's head hung low, hair plastered to her face, her body shaking as she gasped for breath completely overwhelmed by the relentless pounding. Her belly jiggled with each thrust, her tits dragging against the wall, slick with sweat and cum.

The wet slaps of skin on skin filled the air, mixed with her stifled moans pure, raw filth.

Stefan felt himself teetering on the edge, but he wasn't about to finish without dragging her over with him. His hand reached around again, fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing tight circles, merciless in his intent.

"C'mon, baby..." he growled through gritted teeth.

His hand shot up, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head up forcing her dazed eyes to meet her reflection in the mirror.

"Watch yourself cum on my big cock. Watch how fucking wrecked you are."

Isidora whimpered, her body on the verge of collapse, her legs trembling violently as Stefan's fingers worked her clit and his cock drilled deeper.

"You feel that?" he snarled, thrusting harder. "That's what being fucked properly feels like."

Her muffled cries grew frantic, her eyes fluttering as her orgasm slammed into her violent, overwhelming, unstoppable.

Her pussy clamped down around him, pulsing wildly as her thighs shook, her scream barely contained behind Stefan's hand. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as pleasure and overstimulation blurred together, her reflection showing a woman utterly destroyed and loving every second of it.

That was all Stefan needed.

With a final, savage thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, groaning deep and feral as his cock erupted filling the condom to the point of near-bursting, the pressure so intense he could feel the latex strain dangerously tight around him.

"Fuck..." he hissed, pulling out slowly, watching as the overstretched condom slipped off heavy, dripping, and useless now cum leaking on the floor.

Isidora collapsed forward onto the bench, her body trembling uncontrollably, her ass still raised just enough to showcase the mess he'd made of her. Sweat and cum glistened on her skin, her breathing ragged and uneven.

Stefan stared down at the sight wrecked, glistening, and his.

With a few lazy strokes, he finished himself off, groaning as the last thick ropes of cum spilled across her ass cheeks, painting her in white streaks mixing with the mess already dripping down her legs from the condom.

Isidora glanced back at him with a dazed, satisfied smile cheeks flushed, hair wild, eyes half-lidded in pure exhaustion and bliss.

"Well..." she panted, her voice hoarse but laced with smug satisfaction.

"Guess you proved your point."

Stefan chuckled darkly, leaning over to press a slow, possessive kiss to her lower back.

"Told you..." he murmured against her damp skin,

"I don't back down from curves... and I'm not done proving it."

The cramped booth was thick with the scent of sex sweat, cum, and heat clinging to the air like a second skin. The faint sounds of the pool outside felt miles away as Stefan leaned back against the wall, catching his breath, watching Isidora's wrecked, glistening body sprawled across the narrow bench.

Her thick thighs were still trembling, her ass streaked with his cum, the broken condom dangling pathetically between her legs. Her massive tits lay there, hair a wild mess, her cheeks flushed deep pink.

For a moment, neither of them spoke just the sound of heavy breathing and the occasional satisfied hum from Isidora as she slowly came down from the high.

Finally, she let out a soft laugh, her voice hoarse but playful. "You know... I think you just made me realize how bad my ex is."

Stefan smirked, wiping sweat from his brow as he admired the view. "Good. That was the plan."

Isidora pushed herself up slowly, wincing with a mix of soreness and satisfaction as she glanced down at the mess dripping down her thighs. She caught sight of the heavy streaks across her ass and let out another laugh.

"God, you're filthy."

Stefan shrugged, still lazily stroking his softening cock as he watched her try to gather herself. "Takes one to know one. You were the one begging for me to prove it, remember?"

She turned to face him, her body still bare, her tits swaying heavily with the movement. Without a hint of shame, she grabbed his towel and half-heartedly dabbed at her thighs barely cleaning anything, more spreading it around than wiping it off.

"I'm not cleaning all this up," she teased, eyeing the cum still glistening on her skin. "I kinda like wearing it now."

Stefan chuckled, standing up and stepping close, cupping one of her heavy breasts in his hand, thumbing her nipple. "Can't blame you. You look good covered in me."

Isidora bit her lip, leaning into his touch for a moment before sighing dramatically. "Alright, cocky. We better get dressed before someone comes looking for us."

As Stefan pulled up his shorts, he flexed his fingers absent mindedly and caught a faint, intoxicating scent still clinging to them. A mix of her perfume, sweat, and the musky sweetness of her pussy. It made his cock twitch again, despite being spent.

Isidora, meanwhile, felt the drying streaks of cum sticking to her inner thighs and across her boobs, every step a sticky reminder of how thoroughly Stefan had taken her. She didn't bother wiping it all away she liked the feeling far too much.

"Fuck it," she muttered, giving up on tying it properly and just tossing her damp hair over her chest to hide the worst of it.

As she reached for her cover-up, Stefan stepped behind her, landing a final playful smack on her ass, making it jiggle beautifully.

She glanced back with a mock glare. "Careful, or we'll end up stuck in here all night."

Stefan grinned. "Not the worst idea."

Isidora shook her head, laughing as she slipped on her cover-up, doing little to hide the glow on her face or the redness on her thighs.

Before unlocking the door, she paused, glancing at Stefan with a softer expression.

"Seriously..." she said quietly, her playful tone dipping into something more genuine. "No one's ever... wanted me like that before. Not without making me feel like I was too chubby to enjoy it."

Stefan reached out, tucking a strand of her messy hair behind her ear, his cocky smirk softening just slightly.

"Then they were idiots," he said simply. "I aim to please."

Isidora smiled wide, real, and satisfied in more ways than one.

As Isidora adjusted her messy bikini top half-heartedly trying to tame the chaos Stefan had unleashed she reached for her phone from the pile of towels, a sly smile already tugging at her lips. Stefan watched with curiosity as she unlocked it, her fingers dancing across the screen before pausing.

That's when he caught a glimpse of the thumbnail the video he'd just filmed.

His thick cock disappearing into her bouncing ass.

Pure sin, captured in perfect detail.

"You keeping that for personal use?" Stefan teased, pulling up his shorts, his grin equal parts cocky and curious.

Isidora let out a dark, throaty chuckle, her eyes gleaming with that familiar spark of mischief.

"Oh, don't worry... I'll be replaying it plenty," she purred, tapping through her gallery with deliberate intent. Then, with a glance over her shoulder and a wicked glint in her eye, she added,

"But I've got someone else in mind, too."

Stefan raised a brow, already sensing trouble.

"Yeah? What would that be?"

Isidora's smirk deepened as she held up the screen her ex's contact front and center.

"You know..." she began, her voice dripping with faux sweetness, "he always did say my ass was too big to handle..."

Her thumb hovered dramatically over the send button before she purred,

"Figured I'd show him what it looks like when someone actually can."

Without a hint of hesitation, she tapped send. The message flew off with a satisfying whoosh, and she casually tossed her phone back onto the towel like she'd just sent a meme completely unbothered.

Stefan let out a low whistle, shaking his head in equal parts admiration and mock concern.

"Remind me never to get on your bad side..." he muttered, slinging his towel over his shoulder.

Isidora winked, already swaying her hips with deliberate exaggeration as she sauntered toward the door.

"Relax..." she called over her shoulder, her tone playful but laced with promise.

"Keep fucking me like that, and you'll stay firmly on my very good side."

She paused at the doorway, glancing back with that signature wicked smile one that said she was already plotting their next round.

"Besides..." she added, her voice dropping into something more sultry,

"Having me on your bad side means you're not in me... and where's the fun in that?"

Stefan's grin widened as he followed, watching the sway of her hips, already feeling the stirrings of desire despite everything they'd just done.

"Yeah..." he muttered under his breath, unable to wipe the smirk off his face.

"Definitely safer on the good side."

Just two sinners hiding the evidence of just how dangerously well they worked together.

With that, she cracked open the door, peeking out before stepping into the cooler evening air. Stefan followed, both of them doing their best to look casual despite the unmistakable "just fucked" energy radiating off them.

As they walked back toward the group, Miloš spotted them first, raising an eyebrow.

"Took you two long enough," he called out, grinning. "What'd you lose in there?"

Isidora didn't miss a beat. "Oh, just showing Stefan that some curves aren't a problem if you know how to handle them."

The guys laughed, but Stefan and Isidora shared a private glance a secret smirk that said everything without a word.

As they settled back onto the grass, Stefan leaned in close enough for only her to hear.

"You know," he murmured, his hand brushing against her thigh under the cover-up, fingers grazing the sticky remnants of their fun. "Next time... I'm not stopping until those legs give out."

Isidora shivered, her smile wicked as she whispered back, "Who says I'm waiting for a next time?"

And with that, they melted back into the group just two friends among many, hiding the memory of what they'd done in that booth...

Late that night....

Stefan lay sprawled across his bed, one arm behind his head, the other lazily scrolling through his phone half-reading, half-bored watching TikTok. His room was dim, the hum of a fan filling the silence, when suddenly his screen lit up with a message from an unknown number.

His brows lifted in curiosity as he unlocked it.

Unknown number:

He saw the video... called me every name under the sun. ????

Too bad he can't unsee how deep you went. ????

Stefan's grin spread instantly, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. He could practically hear her voice in those texts sly, unbothered, and absolutely wicked.

Before he could even type a response, another message popped up.

Unknown number:

Also... what are you doing Friday night?

I'm thinking round two. Somewhere with a bed this time... unless booths are your thing now. ????

Stefan already feeling a familiar stir of arousal at the thought. Images of her wrecked body, those curves, that smirk it all came rushing back, and the idea of having her again, properly, with no walls creaking around them? Irresistible.

He quickly tapped out his reply, smirking to himself.

Stefan:

Booth, bed, balcony... you name it.

Just make sure your phone's charged this time. ????

I'm sure he wouldn't mind seeing a longer video hehe

A moment later, Isidora's typing bubble appeared, but Stefan didn't bother waiting to see what she'd say next. He locked his phone, tossing it onto the nightstand with a shake of his head and a quiet laugh.

"Fucking hell..." he muttered to himself, running a hand down his face as he stared at the ceiling already plotting exactly how he'd make round two even filthier than the first.

This summer wasn't just heating up.

It was about to get downright dangerous.

And Stefan couldn't wait.