Faust
Droplets of sweat cascaded down my body, dripping onto my treadmill belt. I ran every morning at my gym, but today I couldn't stop, punishing myself for no reason.
Even though I'd forced Giulio and Francesca to have dinner the night before, I hadn't expected them to stay out so late. When they returned, I studied the footage and watched my son take her to her room. They remained there for a while, and then Francesca emerged, barefoot, shoes in hand, hair disheveled. Had Giulio f****d her?
I scoffed. Boys. If my son had f****d her, he would have done a terrible job. If I had her in my bed, I would keep her there all night, giving her more orgasms than her body could handle. I would have her in every position—against a wall, from behind, beneath me, and on top of me. And I w
