*Giovani*
Fanculo alla mia vita! Fuck my life.
The beautiful girl I’d tried to avoid all day was wandering aimlessly through the house in the middle of the night in just a pair of silk shorts and a tank top. Was she trying to kill me?
Tentatrice. Temptress. Seeing her walking so aimlessly and innocently, my dick was already growing in my pants. But there was no chance for me to do anything about it. She’d spotted me.
“Buonasera, beautiful Olivia,” I called to her and she smiled brightly at me.
Fuck if her smile wasn’t brighter than La Festa Italiana. She was a radiant specimen, sent to punish me with her unreachable beauty. What was I supposed to do with this beautiful creature?
“Is there something you need?” I asked, causing her to blush. I wondered briefly if she was thinking the same thing I was. What we both needed was a good, hot fuck.
But she barely knew me, and she was Dahlia’s best friend. I wouldn’t disrespect my cousin orh er friend that way.
