PERRY’S POV
Italy was a God damn awesome country.
I ran my hands through my hair, a satisfied grin on my face as I walked out of the vacation home. She had been quite enjoyable.
Madame Antonella, she was the perfect lady in Rome.
Quite the expensive taste and with her huge boobs. Not like I was complaining, I had more than enough to spare for her. Besides, money could be easily replaced, but my time in Italy could not.
Pressing down a button on my car keys, the vehicle gave a loud beep telling me its location. I had left Antonella in bed, satisfied as usual since I could not get hold of Miss Rossi.
I had met her the very way I had met other flings, at business meetings batting her lashes. She put her beloved t**s to work and sucked me off in her boss’s bathroom.
Skills that Imogen
