The party was winding down, the last stragglers being escorted to their cars by drivers. I stood in the grand foyer, my cock painfully hard and throbbing against the confines of my tailored pants. The scent of sex and arousal still hung thick in the air, making my nostrils flare with appreciation.
Angela and Jenna approached me, their bodies swaying seductively in their scandalous dresses. The fabric clung to every curve, so sheer I could see the dark circles of their areolas and the stiff peaks of their nipples pressing against the material. The high cuts revealed their entire thighs, the shadows of their pussies barely concealed beneath.
"Find Ava," I commanded, my voice thick with authority. "She's mine now, too." With a few taps on my phone, I transferred $10 million to their accounts. "This villa is yours. Choose any room you want. Tell Ava the same."
