Luca
My wife is hiding something. What it is, exactly, is a mystery, but it has something to do with our relationship. I went through every part of the bedroom and each piece of furniture when I came in here, and I didn’t find a single thing of hers.
Isabella removes her dress, then her bra and panties, and my breathing stills. She’s an amazingly beautiful little thing. I let my gaze travel down her firm little breasts and narrow ribcage, then from her tiny waist to her generous hips and shapely legs. She has the body of a f*****g goddess. “Turn around,” I rasp and barely manage to keep my hands to myself when she does. Even though I don’t remember s**t, I’m sure my eyes have never landed on a more perfect ass.
“Now you.” She turns to face me and starts unbuttoning my shirt. When she’s
