Milan loved his beach house, it was his escape from reality. He had always loved his space, he didn't need anything less. It was a sunny day, and the beach waves made calming sounds, he had always loved that. His dogs ran around, barking at the birds that tried to land and enjoy the fresh air. The garden opposite had different types of fresh fruits.
He had hired different farmers to tend to it. He earned from it, asides his fruit juice factory that was also a front for so many bad and dangerous crimes, some are so insane that if he was ever caught, and taken to trial, he wouldn't come out of prison, ever again.
He sat close on the beachy sand, he had a large Cuban cigar in his mouth enjoying the view and his youngest wife came to him, she leaned in and kissed him, rubbing his chest, she tasted the Cuban.
"You taste good." He said to his wife, as he spanked her ass.
