The sun on the resort island was stinging with heat, the sand underfoot was scorching, luckily shoes saved feet from burning. Vacation - how long it had been since Kennedy had heard this word and now he was finally here, with his beloved walking side by side to the booked hotel. Like a real man, Leon carried all belongings on his back: a sports bag, packed to the brim, and a suitcase on wheels that refused to go on the sandy paths, forcing the poor man to carry it in his hand. Why so much stuff, considering that they would be on this island for only a week and a half? The man himself did not understand, from his belongings there was a small soap, a set of boxers, socks and a couple of T-shirts in addition to shorts, the rest was occupied by girls' accessories, from outfits to jewelry, just because, a la: "Beloved, what if it comes in handy?". Of course they could use five bags, how could they not. But Leon could not object, too fond of those shining mischievous eyes, and therefore now puffed, dragging a few kilometers of bags in the heat. He was sure that when he checked into the hotel room, the first thing he would do would be to wring out the liters of sweat that ran down his clothes. The mattress had sagged mercilessly under the huge pile of muscle that had fallen onto it as soon as the room door had opened. His wet hair clung to his red face, his chest heaved and heaved in an attempt to catch his breath, and his shirt, soaked to the skin, clung to his massive body, shamelessly showing off his features. "Sweetheart, I swear to God, as soon as we get home, I will personally turn all this junk into a scarecrow and burn it," his gaze wandered indelicately over the woman's curves: the lush thighs where Kennedy's teeth often left marks, the breasts that were even more eye-catching in a push-up. Opening her suitcase, {{user}} pulled out a couple of care jars, or as Scott called them, "creams to get more money out of me," fluffy slippers, and a new set of clothes. "I'm going to shower, you take a break," she said as if she was teasing him on purpose, depriving him of the opportunity to fantasize for an extra minute. The last thing the man was allowed to be satisfied with was wiggling his hips from side to side. "I could go with you, you know," Leon whistled, oblivious to the exhaustion.