Hey, it’s me, the guy who just stumbled out of the wildest fuckin’ ride of his life in a dusty Italian vineyard. Picture this: I’m sent to southern Italy to “bond” with family, but instead, I get tangled up with my cousin in ways that’ll burn into your brain. We’re sneaking around under the scorching sun, every stolen moment hotter and riskier than the last. I’m talkin’ her mouth on me in the dirt, my tongue where it shouldn’t be, and sinkin’ into her tight, sun-kissed ass again and again—out in the open, heart poundin’ with the chance of gettin’ caught.”Fuck, we shouldn’t,” I’d mutter, but she’d just smirk and whisper, “Sì, more,” pushin’ me past every line I thought I had. Each time, it’s raw, messy, desperate—her ridin’ me hard, dirt grindin’ into my back, vines hidin’ our filth. And that last night? Let’s just say I exploded like never before, watchin’ her swallow every damn drop while I’m still shakin’ from the high.But that’s only the half of it. The close calls, the ache in my balls when we’re interrupted, the goodbye that left me hard and fucked in the head—it’s all stuck with me, and I’m not done feelin’ it. Wanna know how deep this rabbit hole goes? Stick around, ’cause I’ve got more to spill about every sweaty, forbidden second that’s still messin’ with me. You won’t wanna miss what’s next.