L'Italia viene a Jozi
Leonardo said stiffly in Italian and Salvatore let go of my hair.
"Well, of course, baby cousin, she's a killer," Salvatore responded in Italian, his tone condescending, "or at least that's what you say. Emma!" he raised his voice and immediately a young lady in a short red dress entered the place, she looked like an escort and that's not being said in a bad way.
She was insanely beautiful, like the Italian girls you find in Rome. Long dark hair that fell all the way to her lower back, red lips that matched with her red dress and black stilletos. She immediately strutted towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Sikat na Kabanata