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145. Wet Morning

Penulis: Sammy X
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2023-11-09 05:51:24

Sofia's POV

"Jamme, jamme, 'ncoppa, jamme jà

Jamme, jamme, 'ncoppa, jamme jà

Funiculì, funiculà!

Funiculì, funiculà!

'Ncoppa, jamme jà

Funiculì, funiculà!"

My sonorous voice filled the whole kitchen as I sang in Italian and did the dishes at the same time.

This was one of my late father's favorite songs.

He would spend hours with his friends singing, dancing, and playing guitar to this song around a bonfire.

I got to learn due to my constant closeness with him and realized how soothing the song felt on my lips.

My hand ran across the surface of the dishes, making sure there was not even the slightest trace of stain on it.

This was 5 am that morning and I should still be in bed.

I was engrossed in my singing and didn't even realize someone had snuck in and was close to me.

"jamme j--" My singing stopped abruptly the moment I felt a hand rubbing over my arms from behind.

I was only in red panties and bra alone leaving me almost naked but I didn't care since it was just us in the ho
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