Page 12 of Mafia Kings: Valentino

Usually I go for club girls. You know – thin Instagram models who only eat salads and have a cocaine problem.

I’d had enough of them over the last few years. In fact, I was bored with them. They all blurred into one another.

Caterina was nothing like that. She was 100% the girl next door.

Cute rather than hot…

A few extra pounds instead of rail-thin…

ButMadonn,those curves.

She had a killer rack straining against her blouse. Andreal,too – not fake tits like most of the girls I slept with.

But her eyes…

They were open… and trusting… and kind.

So unlike the calculation I felt from the girls I dated.

I wonder how rich he is?

How expensive a purse can I get him to buy me?

Not to mention I got the feeling – just a feeling – that Caterina had a wild side.

Maybe it was the way she stared at me openly, not looking away like most girls trying to play hard to get.

I could tell she wantedme,too, and that made me want her all the more.

And the fact that she could cook?

Madonn.Absolute heaven.

So I turned the charm up to 11…

And the sex appeal to 12.

You should’ve seen the look she gave me when I hit her with the line,Remember my name so you can scream it over and over again later on.I think she creamed her panties.

I probably could have pulled her right then and there if it hadn’t been for Signora Lombardi cock-blocking me.

So I just left her wanting more, which was good.

Because Idefinitelywanted more.

In fact, as I left, I checked out her ass.

Holy mother of God.

Her ass…FUCK.

Big… firm… round… delicious…

Too many of the Instagram models I dated had flat asses. Some did squats in the gym to get a booty – but they hadnothingon Caterina.

All I could think of was bending her over the island, grabbing her ass with both hands, and watching my cock disappear as I slid inside her.

And then me pounding her…

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