Made In Italy!

Dalina Hansen.

"I found this at the lake sidewalk, dried and smelling nice," I hear from the entrance of the room as I comb my hair down with an old hairbrush I found in at a corner in the room.

"What?" I freeze and flush when I find him holding my panties in his hand, a huge mischievous smile on his face. Goosebumps crawls on my skin even more when he takes it to his nose. Gawd, such a horny bastard and a waste of a man's seed and God's time. You don't have to remind me how much I hate him.

"Smells really nice. Reminds me when I had to undress you six days ago and give you a tongue massage. Same pleasant smell. What product do you use?"

"Give that back!" I demand, going to him but he only moves back reluctantly, "Can't I just keep this one thing of yours?" He puts on this annoying cute puppy look and folds it in his palm. I frown and glare at him. What's he trying to do?

"Give that to me, Romano, I'm not ready to play games with you," I tell him. He shakes his head and moves away, ig