As we descended into the cool depths of the cellar, the air thick with the scent of aging oak barrels, Antonio led the way with the confidence of someone who knew this place like the back of his hand. I followed closely behind, trying to keep pace with his brisk stride. While walking behind him I couldn’t help but notice his broad shoulders and back and his nice ass. Hearing my thought I felt warmth spread to my cheeks as I felt embarrassment for my thoughts.
We reached a cozy corner of the cellar where a table had been set up with an array of wine glasses and bottles on a rustic wooden table, each one promising a unique sensory experience. And besides it was a beautiful brunette who looked like she had just stepped out of a magazine and a handsome young man with sandy blonde. Antonio ges
