ROSETTA

The golden morning light of the Mediterranean filtered through the silk curtains, casting long, amber shadows across the rumpled sheets of the bed.

I woke with a start, the heaviness of the previous night settling over me like a thick cloak. I tried to shift, to slip away from the heat radiating behind me, but I didn't get far.

As I moved, I felt the unmistakable press of Matteo's already hard and rigid cock slotting perfectly against the curve of my behind.

How could he be this hard so early in the morning? I guessed he was probably having a wet dream of fucking one of his numerous hoes....