I could describe her, but can you really capture something stunning with just words?
I’ll keep it simple: she was insanely hot.
One curve of her lips and a playful wink from those eyes could make a dick stand straight up.
She knew her way around bed gymnastics, and she loved trying new shit.
Brain still foggy, but I knew what was going down.
That’s how every morning started for us.
Lift the blanket.
—Just getting started.
Slurping, she tries to tuck her hair behind her ear.
—Time to wake up, sleepyhead, breakfast’s ready.
To finish, she licks my cockhead, replies all pissy.
—Here I’m trying to suck my dinner portion out of you, did you eat that pineapple before bed?
—Yeah, and nothing bitter or spicy, I think.
—Then I’ll get something tasty today.
With a eye-smile, she sucks harder, bumps her nose into my gut.
—Babe, didn’t they chew you out at work for being late?
—Nah, opposite, the boss came down personally and wished me happy birthday.
—Speaking of wishes, you forgot it’s my birthday today?
—No! I’m prepping my congrats!
—Why not this morning? I thought you forgot.
—Matteo and I agreed to wish Her Majesty together.
—Oh, that sounds fun, boss said he’ll let me go at 5, so be ready.
—That early? Shit, babe, I’m bolting.
Rest of the day I sat there, staring at the clock, brainstorming the surprise.
Three months passed since that night I confessed to her…
—And what’s this fantasy you won’t tell me? Hm? Didn’t we agree to share our wants?
I knew she was partly right, since we tried turning every fantasy real.
But those games were so tame.
We got to anal and blowjobs in the first six months living together.
She loosened up, stopped being shy about sex.
Once, when I visited her at work, we fucked in the bathroom.
But nothing more.
—Well?! What do you dream about? Is it perverted?
—Giulia, don’t push. If I tell—it might piss you off or disappoint you. I’m probably sick for dreaming that shit.
That night, everything spun in my head.
I decided to drop light hints, but for fuck’s sake, not direct.
Even if she got it.
After the shower, we lay in the double bed, Giulia creaming her body, and I dozed watching, but half-asleep I heard her sweet grumble.
She grabs my cock with her hands—it’s dozing like me—with the other she massages my balls.
Figuring I wouldn’t sleep, I lay still, hoping for a “wake-up” blowjob.
But then I feel her climb higher, and get she’s wanting to play different.
—Sweetie, my pussy wants to kiss you!
Her knees press against my head, I feel her soft slit on my lips.
One weak lick, I open my eyes and smile at her.
—You’re not asleep! —she squeals happy.
I grab her waist, flip her on her side, and merge in a kiss with her clean slit.
She puts her hand on my head, moves her hips, smears her sweet juices over my lips.
My cock throbs like crazy.
I lick like I’m trying to reach the butterflies in her gut.
The little one pulls me by the hair to her, kisses my nose, says in a rough aroused voice.
That night I fucked her as hard as I could.
First load I shoot in her mouth, but it’s too much cum, it spills over her lip corner and cheek, she wipes it bossy with her finger and shoves it back in her mouth.
Second load lands in her pussy.
I lay there a few minutes, staring as it oozes from her slit, and she collects drop by drop with her finger, smiles angelic and licks them with her tongue tip.
—And you like watching your cum leak out of me?
After the shower she brews herbal tea for herself, mixes me a protein shake.
Sits in my shirt on the chair and lightly massages her breast.
—Your nipples always poke through the thin fabric.
—Does that bother you, sir?
—Not at all, my lady, I enjoy it. And I’m not the only one.
—Oh, haven’t you noticed how Matteo’s gaze sometimes slips to your nipples poking so clear through your shirt?
—Come on, you’re imagining. He’s not like that. —though she knew damn well he sometimes eyed her body.
—Babe, from outside you see it better. Yesterday when you hung the curtains in the living room, he secretly stared at your ass.
Long pause, then she admits.
—Then give him a friendly slap. Only you get to look at me.
—Giulia, if he had a woman whose nipples stick out that fascinating and wears short shorts with panty edges peeking—he’d look too. And let him stare, it flatters me. If Matteo’s attention bugs you—slap him yourself.
—Why should I hit him, let him stare if you don’t mind, then I’ll gladly drive him a bit crazy.
—Just don’t overdo it, or his jeans zipper will burst from the hard-on.
—All fair, he stares at me, and I check out his bulge falling out of the ripped jeans.
Silence. She sips her herbal tea quietly, with the other hand stuffs the shirt hem into her crotch.
I break the silence.
—And still be careful with him, your sight could drive the guy nuts, and I don’t want my best friend, tested by years, ending up in psych ward.
—I’ll try. —the little one purrs tender.
Was that a dirty sparkle in her eyes?
Without hesitation I pull her to bed.
Touch her crotch.
She stuffs my mouth with a kiss, and I plunge straight into her hot, wet hole.
Grab her waist, lay her on me, me on my back, and ramp up the rhythm.
To bait her with hints, I stick a finger in her mouth, she sucks and wets it with spit, same finger I guide to her ass, slow down, push it gently in and massage her ring, while I speed up the cock tempo.
First time both holes filled at once.
She cums twice with blissful screams.
Did she get my hint?!
In wild euphoria I pull the cock from her pussy and slide it slow but deep into my love’s ass.
Tempo max, pull out, ram to the hilt in her pussy, back to the tight ass, and like that a few minutes, pounding hard.
She arches her back, grabs my hand, without stopping riding my cock, switching holes, sticks two of my fingers in her mouth and sucks sensual, but there’s something unusual, she does it like blowing a cock.
My cock leaves the ass and slides easy into the juice-dripping slit.
Giulia smacks, sucks my fingers, starts moaning wild.
When I feel the tension, I yank my hand from her mouth, grab her waist with both and fuck her in wild tempo under her blissful scream.
With aroused panting she hugs my neck, presses to my cheek and says what I wanted to hear.
—I love you. God. You’re my everything! And you know, I guess your fantasy.
I don’t continue the talk, scared to say it out loud.
We both get it, and that’s enough.
Again she runs her finger over her swollen vulva, I grab a pillow, slide to her legs and stare as for the second time that night my cum oozes from my love.
—Too bad you can’t cum in both holes at once. You’d like it more, seeing two streams leak from me. Right? —she asks with a good-natured smile, but sly eyes.
She got it. Now it’s obvious.
That night I planted the madness in her.
That night we couldn’t sleep.
Took a cab to the store, grabbed a liter of Martini, 0.75 White Horse, and three liters natural juice.
In the elevator up, key in the door. And Giulia jumps on me.
—Sure, sitting at the console, playing NFS.
She kisses me, yells into the hall.
—Matteo! The birthday boy’s here!
From the other side comes quick.
—One sec, almost there! Don’t start congrats without me!
I lift the little one under her armpits.
She crosses her legs around my waist, presses to my chest, arms around my neck.
And I think “if the mountain won’t come to the prophet, the prophet goes to the mountain,” hold her ass tight, bag in the other hand, and head to the living room.
—Hey Matteo. Why not greet the birthday boy?
Matteo sits in the armchair, three meters from the wall with the plasma.
Sure, playing NFS race.
We three often spend time like that.
We sometimes fight over that armchair for real.
But when Matteo leaves us alone, I get comfy in the armchair, and the little one starts sucking my cockhead.
A few weeks ago she set up a mirror under the plasma, leaned against the subwoofer, so I see in the mirror how she plays with her pussy finger while blowing me.
—One sec, almost there, get undressed meanwhile, he looks at me, and I see his gaze slide over the ass hanging cheeky on me.
—Wait half a minute, then we congrats.
I spot the bags next to the sofa, sigh, kiss the little one, pull her by the hair to the sofa.
I bend to her head, she pushes away.
—Here! —points to the stiff nipple.
Only now I notice what she’s wearing.
White, tight shirt from damn thin fabric.
And shorts. Nah, those look like shorts, but they’re real panties, blue dyed like jean shorts.
God, how did Matteo manage to sit down to play with Giulia running around almost naked?!
Still, I kiss the nipple through the fabric, already hard, get it, first change, then play with healing kisses.
Pick her up again and carry to the kitchen, set the bag on the table.
—You’re cruel. How didn’t he rape you in that outfit?
—He’s so sweet today, looks—turns away and sits beet red, fumbles in his pocket nonstop.
—Your slyness has no limits.
—Pff, don’t underestimate me, the devil himself would be my student if I didn’t feel sorry for Matteo.
—Instead of congrats, he’s glued to the joystick. I think he deserves the torment.
—Getting mean? —Giulia asks with sparkle in her eyes.
And I go with the monkey still hanging on me to the hall to take off the jacket.
In the mirror reflection I see how her ass looks from that angle, and notice how the “shorts” hug her pussy, the seam sinking deeper between her lips.
After that Matteo definitely won’t finish first…
At the wish of my love and friend, I sit on the sofa in the living room and close my eyes.
I hear her run to the kitchen and back, set stuff around me.
Whispered talks. Giggles.
—Luca, eyes open. —says Matteo.
I take my hand from my face and see in front of me the two dearest people holding a huge cake with twenty-five candles.
Next to me lie gifts, nicely wrapped, chip packs, crackers, dried fish, chocolate all kinds, alcohol a dozen liters, from liqueurs to whiskey and cognac.
—In the kitchen salads and pizza wait for you. —Giulia purrs.
—Well, we holding the cake long? Blow it out. —my friend grins brotherly.
I eye them, hug them, no lie—a tight tear rolls.
Besides them I had no one.
I was happy.
—You know, you always help me, support me, it’d be wrong if I blow out my years alone, I want to share them with you. Let’s blow the candles together?
They look at each other, smile.
The friend hugs me with his free hand, the little one stands on tiptoes, kisses my forehead, and we three blow out the candles.
I dip my finger in the cake, taste—delicious.
Dip again and touch Matteo’s forehead, Giulia laughs, and I leave a white spot on her forehead too.
—Oh you! —and with the yell she smears cake on my cheek.
So we stand there, holding the cake between us and fool around like kids.
She comes closer, licks the cream from my cheek, then I lick the spot from her forehead.
Look at Matteo, he smiles and stares at me.
I say it.
—What you grinning? I’m not licking yours!
We laugh, and Giulia grabs him by the hair and pulls to her.
—Let me, or you’ll have to lick your own forehead.
And with her tongue tip she runs over the cream above his brow.
His blood rushes unnaturally fast to his face.
But he grins wide.
—Thanks, now I gotta wash off your snake venom too!
—Oh you! Ungrateful dick, I lick him here, and he bitches. —and with that she jumps on him, drums with her fists.
I save the cake to the kitchen, away from the angry mouse who thinks she’s the best MMA fighter.
Cake cut, on plates, then my little one comes back, sweaty but satisfied face.
—He’ll die from your venom yet.
—You starting too?! Wait, now you dance for me.
And with that she throws herself with her fists on me.
In the next hour I learn we’ll celebrate the birthday two days, and no one leaves the apartment till the alcohol’s gone.
I don’t argue much, know with them it’ll be nice.
I think of my fantasy, but know it won’t happen.
Giulia just plays, likes such pranks, but nothing more.
I love Matteo, in 18 years he’s become my brother, know him inside out, he always treated my girls like sisters.
And in my head the fantasy stayed fantasy, I knew reality could be bitter.
So I harbored no hopes for these two days.
Just spend a great day with loved ones.
One gift was a joystick.
Now we could play together.
I sit on the sofa closer to Matteo in the armchair.
Turn on the new NFS version, which I found in the second gift box.
And then I notice the mirror’s shifted a bit to the side.
It’s positioned so from my and Matteo’s angle the rest of the sofa is visible, where Giulia sits at the edge.
I see she’s looking at me in the mirror and smiling.
I turn to her.
She sits with legs crossed, heel pressed against thigh.
With my eyes I point to the mirror, like asking “Did you move it?”, she nods cute smiling.
The sly one knows what she’s doing.
—Matteo, play for wishes? Winner gets a wish.
—Dunno. Let Giulia invent. Well, little one? Invent us wishes?
—Okay, if Luca loses—Matteo takes one of the unopened gifts I gave him. And if Matteo loses—he washes the dishes after the party! All agree?
Both laugh, agree, and start the game.
Matteo pulls ahead a few cars right away.
The little one cheers with standard phrases “go! You got this!”, but in two laps I don’t catch him…
Then I see Matteo fly off the road ahead.
With a joy yell I race past, grin wide and turn to the little one for praise, and there I see her sitting, kneading her breast, with the other hand stroking her inner thigh, so her fingers are clear between crossed legs.
I turn back to the game, too late, drive into oncoming lane and crash into a truck.
Lower my gaze to the mirror and get that Matteo sees all that, that’s why he flew off the straight road.
While I dodge the truck, my friend races past with “Ha!”.
The winner picks from a dozen similar boxes, decides with a rhyme.
Doesn’t open, sets it aside and thanks Giulia for the great gift.
—Before you thank—look inside, maybe you picked shit.
—I don’t think you’d give Luca shit.
—Well look, don’t whine later. What’s in is yours.
—Provoking again? Watch it, dick, I can bite your other leg too!
After three games without wishes we open the whiskey and pour into glasses.
Toasts, wishes, and already we recall fun old stories from my friendship with Matteo.
Tell Giulia how we loved the same chick, she fucked him first, then me, then back to him.
And round and round.
In the end I conclude we should’ve fucked her together and kept her as personal slut or dumped her.
Matteo agrees, raises toast that the chick’s tits dry up.
Laugh, drink, and my love pulls me to her.
—So boys, we’ve been sitting forever, and I haven’t given my puppy his gift yet. —and tugs at my shorts waistband.
She pauses short, with mischievous smile.
—You want me to blow you here?!
Matteo chokes on whiskey, I laugh, pat his back.
—Yeah Matteo, that’s how uncomplicated my princess is. She might really. Okay, we go quick to the kitchen, you play without me.
And with that she pulls me along.
—But if you’d watched the road—you’d have won while Matteo crashes ’cause he’s peeking at me in the mirror.
—Nah, just wanted you to win…
—Well, only a bit. He gets so cute when he blushes.
—I wouldn’t mind if Matteo runs around red a while longer.
—Think about it, I wish my friend only the best. And the best I have—is you.
Then she drops quick to her knees, pulls down the shorts and sucks the cockhead.
After half a minute she looks up, pulls back and asks.
—Imagine how embarrassing it’d be for him if he sees me blowing you on the sofa.
After short thinking I sit at the table and order her to crawl under.
She pushes the chair away, crawls in and continues, but now under the table.
—Be a friend, bring me whiskey, and take some for yourself.
A minute later he comes to the kitchen with two glasses.
—Giulia’s busy! —comes from under the table.
He sets a glass closer to me.
—I guess I’m extra, go charge the joystick.
—Not extra at all. Dick, don’t be shy, I’m just sitting under the table playing cards with mice.
—Play—play, don’t bother. Well Luca, how’s the party start? Did they congrats you at work?
—Yeah, the boss did. No gifts, as usual.
I feel my girl speed up, the situation dries my throat.
Hold the rhythm a few minutes, then she pulls back.
In my head thoughts race “not really, is she crawling to him now?”
And then Matteo’s face changes, he jumps up and yells.
My heart drops to my pants, “great, party’s fucked…”.
Meanwhile Matteo rolls up his pant leg.
On his calf a good bite mark from my sweet.
She crawls out from under the table with satisfied smile!
—Don’t be mad, dick. That wasn’t me, that was the mice!
—If it wasn’t for Luca, I’d have already…
—What would you do? Whip me like a naughty one?
—Matteo, if you calm her proper with a solid whipping—I’ll give you all the gifts. But I fear the truth is she’d like the beating.
Whiskey downed, talked about the coming night and the undrunk liters, we go to the living room.
Friend sits in the armchair.
We with Giulia on the sofa.
Watch him master shooter missions, sip alc.
She shifts her ass closer to my cock.
Rubs a bit and settles. Breathes out and says.
—Boys, let’s put on music?
Slides off the sofa to the floor, crawls on all fours to the console on the subwoofer.
Along the way she snatches the second joystick between Matteo’s legs, presses pause, reaches the subwoofer and sticks out her ass, pulls audio plugs from console and sticks into the laptop, also connected to plasma.
I watch the whole thing, glance at Matteo.
He acts like looking away, but stares straight at the tight-hugged crotch of my sweet’s fake “shorts”.
I swear, the seam sits deeper in her crotch than before. Probably the bitch pulled the shorts higher.
Giulia switches plasma to laptop output, clicks through music folders, sorts the list.
Stands in front of the monitor.
—Little one, move your sexy ass from the plasma, we can’t see what tracks you’re throwing in the player.
And she wiggles her butt, sticks it out indecent.
From the corner of my eye I see Matteo adjust his cock.
—Well boys. Do what you want, I’m going to shower, got a bit sweaty from the last gift.
—Giulia, you didn’t finish your gift.
—Come wash? I’ll finish it there.
—Uh hm! Guys, no problem I’m in the room? —Matteo was clearly hard and stirred up.
—Dick, why you freaking? Did we embarrass the big boy with our not-kid-friendly talk?
—Nah, I don’t care, just feels like I’m bothering you. Can come tomorrow, continue party.
—Talk nonsense, Luca told you, I’m UN-COM-PLI-CA-TED. And you’re my closest friend, why be ashamed? You’ll be godfather to our kids.
—At this rate he’ll witness the conception of our kids. —I couldn’t hold back.
—Hard to conceive kids with blowjob, sweetie.
—And could we limit to blowjob?
—There! Luca, Giulia! Off to the shower! Your talk’s spinning my head.
—Hey dick, why you bitching?! Head or little head spinning there?!
—Ah, I’m for it, only I know it won’t work.
—Luca, you with flat hand and love, but here it needs something so she doesn’t bite under the table anymore. I’d take her to the vet, check for rabies!
—Well, you brought it on yourself! Luca, hold her?
I grab my girl, she laughs, fights, screams “rape!”.
Lift her by the waist, turn her on side and lay over my knees, while the little one hangs head down, ass up.
He pulls out the belt with effort, folds it double and aims with unsure look, swings wide.
Second pause, look from Giulia’s ass to me, I nod to the guilty.
Without hesitation short swing, loud smack, and right away “Ow!” from her mouth, body tenses, back arches, ass lifts higher, shows us the edges of her crotch that the “shorts” can’t hide anymore.
—You hit like a girl! —she squeals.
And with wide swing he sends the belt in long arc, hits her other cheek and grazes my ribs.
Then we both yell.
—Me for what?! Come here! Where you running?!
And I chase him through the hall, after five minutes fight, some kicks and slaps we calm, come back to living room sweaty, heavy breathing and grinning.
—With you boys always like that. Want to punish a girl—but get more yourselves. Boys are so boys…
—Little one, you’re talking yourself into trouble, I’ll punish you different.
—Mmm, and how? —she smiles playful, lets her head fall to the side.
—I’ll fuck your mouth so you can’t talk anymore.
—And Matteo whips you with the belt while I punish you front, right Matteo?
—Oh Luca, look at him, blushing!
We laugh, first Matteo acts offended, then loosens up, his gaze falls more often on Giulia’s stiff nipples, belly and ass.
And she, when she notices, scolds with wagging finger, “Where we looking?”.
—Let him enjoy the little one, not for nothing you’re so hot.
—Should I dance you a striptease? —she stretches, arms over head, turns on tiptoes.
After one and a half turns she drops her arms, slaps her ass, looks over her shoulder at us.
—Well, boys?
—She might really… Little one, let’s go wash, finish your gift.
We grab towels, give Matteo my shorts, a towel and say he can shower after us, Giulia jokes the kid can’t shower alone yet—runs to the room for her clothes.
I catch her picking, pull out her long loose shirt, she pouts with puppy eyes and pulls, without breaking gaze, my black tank top from under the towel—with deep arm cuts and “deep cleavage”.
Love washes my body.
While I brush teeth, she drops to knees and presses her nose into my crotch, lifts her stunning eyes.
The cock reacts quick, fills with blood.
After a few minutes arousal I stick it in her throat, shoot a big load, and see I overdid, as cum spurts from her nose.
Coughing she shoos me from the bath, promises to prep every hole.
I hesitate, look at the robe on the door, explain the friend’s very shy, and hand it to her.
—Ah, no fun… Listen Luca, sorry I hit Giulia with the belt.
—Why apologize? She deserved it, the rascal, shouldn’t bite my friend. Stop blushing, if she annoys more—you can educate her with the belt as much as you want.
—But that’s your girlfriend, I can’t.
—Listen, we’ve been together since kids, you’re closest to me. I’m glad she’s like that with you, you’re no stranger.
—Sure, but still…
—So, stop the shyness. Relax, what’s this, like you’re not family? Come to kitchen, see what to munch.
In the kitchen I hear the bath water stop.
Warm pizza, pour cola in three glasses.
We barely sit at table—Giulia comes in.
—Well… Boys eating without me?!
And on tiptoes to the table, snatches a pizza slice with both hands, stretches her head, stuffs it in her wide open mouth.
And then I notice… The little one wears exactly that black tank top, which rides up and shows us most of her smooth shaved mound, hidden under blue sheer slip fabric.
And under the raised elbows through the big arm cuts of the top—you can see her tits.
Through the straps her nipple pearls press, pointing at Matteo.
Pizza slice eaten, she licks a cheese string from her upper lip and stares at us.
—Well? Eat up, I could devour the whole pizza alone.
Under tense silence we finish eating, go back to living room.
My girl walks ahead, wiggles her ass lightly, the top barely hides it.
Matteo grabs shorts and towel and goes to shower.
—You overdid it with the clothes?
And feel jealousy boiling myself.
Fantasizing is one thing, but watching your girlfriend run half-naked in front of your friend, showing all her charms—something else.
—Sweetie, should I dress? Well Luuuca, sorry. I thought you didn’t mind playing…
I look at her, get I started it myself, put my hand on her knee.
—Little one, not your fault, I provoked you.
—Sweetie, I love only you. We fooled around a bit… Let’s watch a movie later? Or you want to play?
—Dunno. Ask Matteo after shower. And now I just want to cuddle with you.
And so we lay there, tight embraced, another 20 minutes, she presses her nose into my chest and sniffs quiet.
And I think, what’s stronger in me—jealousy or arousal?
When the bath water stops, Giulia kisses me, slips from my arms and goes to the closet.
Rummages, pulls out the robe and puts it on.
The bathroom door creaks open, I jump to my little one, tug the robe edge and let it fall.
—Dunno. But the robe doesn’t suit you.
Smiling, with sparkling eyes she picks up the robe and stuffs it deep in the closet.
—Babe, I love you, so so much!
—Every new round—we write new wishes on slips and throw in this bag. Loser draws and does. —she deals each six cards.
After half hour, crowed under table, did pushups and washed dishes, we sit in fun mood.
Giulia sits opposite at table, Matteo sideways.
It’s easier for him to stare at Giulia, alcohol works, and he gets I don’t mind if he ogles my little one’s poorly hidden tits.
—So boys, complicate the rules. Each writes three slips per round. Don’t want to do the drawn wish—draw two new right away and must do them, like it or not. Agree?
Agreed, pour more whiskey, Giulia Martini, and deal cards.
I lose—draw “Stand 10 minutes on balcony”, in Giulia’s handwriting.
Back, nothing changed.
Only the little one smiles at me, Matteo unsure.
On the slip they hand me, “Loser kisses winner French 15 sec.”
—Wish done? Or waited for me?
—I wanted to refuse and draw two others. —Giulia purrs.
—So something even dirtier in there?
—Maybe! —Giulia squeals hopeful.
She squints, stares at Matteo playful, draws thoughtfully “hm…”.
—And you won’t faint from the kiss?
—Can’t stop poking? Remember, Luca allows me to educate you with the belt.
With that she stands, goes to him and presses lips on his.
First seconds he stares shocked at her, then at me—after my nod—to her closed lids, and does like Giulia.
He closes eyes, their tongues merge in wet kiss.
Those last ten seconds drag like minutes, I count every second, feel heartbeat and pressure in crotch.
I gladly count on in my head. —16… 17… 18… 19… 32… 33…
—Well, I think wish fulfilled as should.
After that we play with unspoken rule—loser and winner must be Giulia and me or Giulia and Matteo.
So can’t knock Giulia out in the round.
So not alone with Matteo drawing kiss wish.
I try to leave the round, leave them alone, they get the game and let me out.
—Umm… Ahem, ‘Loser sticks hand in opponent’s pants’.
—Guys, you know the rules, why act like toddlers?
Matteo sets the slip aside and draws two other wishes, knew he must do them.
—Uh… So. First: Take whiskey in mouth and transfer to loser’s mouth. Second: Walk naked around table.
—Whiskey? —I hand friend the half-empty bottle.
Matteo takes a swig of alc in mouth, goes sideways to Giulia, she sits, head stretched, mouth open, and a weak stream flows into her, at end they touch lips, Giulia licks the last drops from his.
—Strip, dick, show us striptease!
Matteo pulls off shirt, drops shorts, with effort ’cause they snag on stiff cock, shorts down, we see Matteo wears no underwear.
Walks with swinging cock, size like mine, around table and dresses.
I look at Giulia, see her blush, my little one doesn’t smile anymore, sits quiet, bites lip.
—Sweetie, you not tired of playing yet? Want to stop?
—And you want to put away the cards?
—Don’t care. Main thing not fall asleep.
I get they’re shy in front of me, decide to let them fool around a bit.
—Play
