EXTRACT FOR
The Kissing Game
(Tia Lascivo)

Valentina was perfect.



Young and lithe.



Flawless skin.



Pretty.



Pristine teeth, almost non-existent tiny tits. and a gymnast's taut rounded buttocks.



She was also naked.



In my house.



In the bedroom.



With my husband, a man some three-plus decades her senior.



As I watched they were both kneeling upright. Face-to-face. On the bed.



His hands on her waist while she slowly cranked a hand over his dick.



The girl, the exquisite Valentina broke what had been an intense gaze on my husband's face to throw a look my way. She grinned and then held my attention, lower lip pulled between her teeth, eyes sparkling with devilment.



Next, without breaking the connection we had with our eyes, the minx kissed my husband, languidly moving her tongue so it slipped and slithered with his.



Jealousy curdled in the pit of my stomach when I saw that kiss, my husband's palms gliding over the girl's perfect contours.



Kissing wasn't really allowed.