The grand foyer of the villa was bathed in warm golden light that made the girls' skin glow like honey. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine, vanilla, and something more primal - the musk of female arousal that hung heavy in the room. My three eager slaves awaited me, their bodies draped in the most scandalous silk robes I'd ever seen.
As I walked into the room, Ava, Jenna, and Angela noticed me and greeted me with warm smiles. "Master, you're here," they said in unison, their voices filled with respect and affection.
Ava's robe was a deep crimson that matched her pouty lips, the fabric so sheer I could see the dark circles of her areolas through the material.
The robe barely covered her perfect tits, the deep V of the neckline plunging to her navel, her hard pink nipples peeking out from the delicate fabric. The way the silk clung to her curves, outlining every dip and swell of her body, made my cock twitch violently in my shorts.
