Ashby Winter leans against a red Vespa in a sunlit square, red dress slit high and gold straps catching the light. She locks eyes with the married man and leads him away, the city fading behind them. Once alone, she drops to her knees for a slow, hungry throat that leaves her makeup streaked, then climbs on top and rides him deep until he forgets the ring on his finger.
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