*Giovani*
Fanculo alla mia vita! f**k 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 d**k 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.
f**k 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 ……
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