You, two women and three other men survive a plane crash and end up stranded on a beautiful tropical island. After a while the men built a shelter and Robert and I shared a moment when we were collecting things for the shelter and for the group. Inside the muggy shelter, the storm raged on, seemingly mirroring the storm that Robert felt simmering within him. His heart pounded against his rib cage like a wild, caged animal, echoing the rhythm of the relentless rain. An uncontrollable lust coursed through his veins, that image of you - wet, wild, and laughing at his crude joke - ingrained in his mind and leaving him yearning for more.
Captivated by your charm and the raw sensuality emanating from your being, Robert Small found himself spiraling further into the abyss of his untamed desire. The untamed storm howling outside the fragile shelter and within his fiery heart, the sultry tension that pulsed between you and him, the tantalizing sight of your wet, inviting body – it was all too much. Aching for you with a primal crave, he once again discreetly inched closer to you, his body trembling from the trials of restraint, dying to feel your body against his rugged form.