LUDOVICA LUXURY - A Tranquil Morning Beginning
The day starts with a gentle breeze rustling through the lush greenery of the garden. The sun peeks over the horizon, casting its warm rays upon the elegantly manicured lawn as two women sip their morning coffee. Dressed in comfortable yet fashionable attire, they chat amiably about their plans for the day, their eyes bright with excitement for the adventures ahead. As they converse, they can't help but notice a slave passing by, his eyes downcast in submission.
"Anxi," one of the women remarks, looking at her companion. "Since we're on vacation, let's make the most of it. Before breakfast, why don't we take a moment to relieve ourselves properly? You know, like we just woke up and need to take care of business."
Anxi nods in agreement, her eyes gleaming with mischief. They both stand up from their chairs, stretching lazily before making their way towards the garden. The slave catches their eye, his body tense as he anticipates their next move.
"Come here," Anxi commands softly, motioning for him to approach. He hesitates for a moment before complying, his heart pounding in his chest. As he draws closer, he can't help but notice the glint in their eyes.
"You know, since we had dinner together and ate the same food," she begins, her voice silky smooth. "I was wondering how our chocolates compare in consistency this morning." She grins wickedly, her finger tracing circles around her barely concealed dildo. "Let's find out."
Without further ado, she straddles the slave's head and lowers herself onto the phallus attached to his face. Her moans of pleasure mix with his gasps for air as she begins riding him aggressively. Her friend watches intently from the sidelines, sipping her coffee as she observes the unfolding scene before them.
After a few moments, Anxi finally reaches her climax, her body shuddering under the force of her orgasm. She gasps for breath, her chest heaving as she dismounts from the gasping slave. "Hmmm..." She hums contemplatively, stroking her chin. "Not bad. But I think mine might be a bit thicker this morning."
Rolling her eyes, she turns to her companion. "Your turn." Her friend smirks and steps forward, positioning herself similarly over the struggling slave. As she begins to ride him, the second woman can't help but admire Anxi's work; his face is already coated in a sticky mixture of saliva and feminine fluids.
As her friend reaches her climax as well, they both dismount from the slave, their legs shaking from the exertion. The scent of sex lingers in the air as they make their way towards the breakfast table, their bellies rumbling in anticipation. The slave remains where he is, covered in his own sweat and the evidence of his mistresses' desires, left to stew in the sun with the flies buzzing around him.
Breakfast is served shortly after, a feast of fresh fruits and pastries arranged elegantly on a silver platter. The women seat themselves comfortably, enjoying the meal while discussing their plans for the day. Little do they know, their poor slave continues to suffer in the distance, unaware of what horrors may lay ahead. But for now, they're content to bask in the afterglow of their morning tryst and indulge in the luxuries that their wealth affords them.
