The Most Beautiful Red Head You Have Ever Seen

Jia came to Mykonos chasing sun and heat, palms sweating the whole flight over. Landed alone. Felt the nerves hit. Then this guy showed up—broad, tan, some kind of low accent that hooked her straight away. Took her to the cliffs, the beaches, the alleys that smelled like salt and grilled octopus. Paid for drinks, held doors, never stopped smiling like he already knew her body under the dress. Persistent. Charming. Hands that brushed the back of her arm, lingered. By sunset he had her pressed against the hotel balcony rail, skirt hiked, panties shoved aside, his cock sliding in thick and steady while Mykonos spun below them. She grabbed the stone, spread wider, letting him fuck her hard, letting the stranger own every inch she kept saving. No more waiting. No more worry. Just his teeth on her neck, hips slapping, heat pooling down her thighs in the warm night air.