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Francesca

“ I THINK MY ASS IS SUNBURNED ,” I said as we walked back to the stables.

He smiled, looking very pleased with himself. And why wouldn't he? I had just fucked him stupidly in a pasture under some olive trees. Between my legs was a sticky mess, but it was worth it.

— Or maybe you're red from the spanking I gave you last night.

Right. Of course, he would remember that.

I smiled and tilted my face toward the sun. It was hot, but there was a pleasant breeze, which Fausto said was coming from the sea.

Today was one of the best days in a long time. I loved getting back on horseback, and Fausto explained the different terrains and the animals they raised while we rode. Your knowledge of the property never failed to impress me. It was clear he loved the land, and from the stories he told, he obviously spent a lot of time here.

We had stopped to eat something, which Fausto took from a bag tied to the horse. There were olives and figs, sausages and cheeses. And one of Zia's sweets, be