Margaret's lips curved — small, professional, but with a hint of heat.
"I know you do."
Footsteps sounded on the stairs — soft at first, then a chorus.
The women began filtering in — fresh from showers, hair damp, skin glowing, wearing silk robes, oversized t-shirts, lingerie, or nothing at all.
Freya waddled in first — robe open, belly proud, tits still leaking faintly. Gabriela followed — naked under a sheer robe, massive tits swaying.
Samantha — in one of my t-shirts, nothing underneath, nipples poking through. Sarah — sports bra and shorts, smirking. Lorena — silk slip, elegant.
Marina — blouse and skirt, professional but unbuttoned low. Jessica, Karen, Carolina, Isabella, Paige, Olivia, Hannah, Claire, Yelena — all of them, a parade of beautiful, hungry women.
They gathered around the island — some sitting, some leaning, some pressing against me from behind — hands on my shoulders, my arms, my chest.
Jessica kissed my neck.
"Missed waking up with you, husband."
