Roman Holidays, Part 2
Later that day, they went to a restaurant. It was one tucked down a side street, the kind of place that didn't have a menu in English and didn't want one. Gianna had found it on her phone, scrolling through some influencer app with a practiced thumb, and now she sat across from Max. Gianna had to change her pants after she dropped half of her gelato on them. The sight of her licking her cone was one that sent Max to a spiral of arousal and guilt. Before dinner she also took a sweater with her, but if the idea was to use it to hide a bit her curves it failed miserably. Her breasts rested on the table like they had a right to be there, two perfect curves that menaced to pop out of their place whenever she shifted in her seat. " Allora, " Gianna said, leaning back and caressing her long and luscious hair, a far cry from her previously balding head. She said that untranslatable Italian filler that meant so, well, let's see without a hint of accent, l...