Nadia poured the days' first glass of rum and sipped as she looked through the open window of the villa to the sandy beach outside. The morning was hot and still, except for the waves slowly lapping at the shore like a lover's tongue on her pussy; and a slight ocean breeze blowing in from the sea like breath against her skin.
The sound of feet on the bamboo floor and the cheerful murmur of men's voices from the hallway.
This was the beginning of her day; a ritual to which she had carefully crafted the cadence and hand selected her consort. She sipped her drink again and felt down her flat stomach to between her thighs as she leaned against the counter and embraced the anticipation of what was to cum. Thanks to her inheritance, money wasn't a problem, and now she was living the dream. She wasn't sure of how many women got to live on a villa on the beach with four sexy men who were there only for her pleasure and fantasy fulfillment, but there couldn't be many.