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Testarossa Di Toscana

Date: 7/26/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: gilrenard, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

greeted me and took my bags. The butler greeted me and motioned me to follow him inside the spacious, marbled foyer. The house looked more like a museum than a place of residence. I was led to one of the guest rooms and informed that dinner would be in one hour. The clicking of a woman’s high heels echoed through the hallway towards me. The sound reverberated off the marble floors and each click was momentarily amplified before it disappeared, and just as quickly was followed by another. I could picture Adrianna strutting gracefully towards my room to greet me and welcome me to her home. She appeared in the doorway and said my name. I turned around as I loosened my tie. “Welcome to my home, Gil,” her voice sent a slight shiver through me. Her thick, northern Italian accent made every word that left her full lips, sound like a seductive melody. I was captivated by her stunning pulchritude. Every picture of her I had seen, as beautiful as they were, did not do her justice. I was tempted to think of her as a goddess and a mortal woman. “Adrianna, ciao, and thank you,” I replied. She was dressed in a white, sheer silk gown that had a high slit on the side. The delicate fabric hugged every luscious curve of her body. Her triple D tits were perfect. Her thick, fire red hair, flowed over her shoulders and on to her cleavage. It looked like a shimmering, crimson river, lazily caressing the flesh of a goddess. She gracefully turned around and walked away without uttering another ... word. I felt my cock begin its ritual of filling with blood and swelling, growing and stirring beneath my pants. Her hips seductively swayed with each confident step she took. Her round, firm ass cheeks jiggled ever so slightly, each time her heels made contact with the marble floor. “ You’re one lucky bastard, Alberto, ” I thought to myself. I didn’t feel insulted or belittled by Adrianna’s actions. She is the type of woman that is lusted after by everyone. After all, I was hired as a consultant for the restoration of her castle. To her, I was hired help. I undressed and headed to the shower. Before I could step in to the ridiculously large stall, with ten shower heads. Each strategically set in the walls, ceiling and floor. I heard the sound of heels on marble again. Adrianna’s voice was animated and loud. She was complaining to Alberto, in Italian, about having to entertain a barbaric American. The tone of her voice reflected just how spoiled she was. Alberto did not get a chance to reply to anything she was saying. She spoke for minutes on end, before she huffed and ordered him to be home that instant. I chuckled and stepped in to the shower. “ Sometimes, the fucking you’re getting, isn’t worth the fucking you gotta take,” I laughed and thought to myself. Before I had the chance to close the shower door, Adrianna appeared in the doorway, holding a bowl of freshly picked figs in one hand and called out my name. When she realized I was naked, a flash of surprise appeared for a ...