All Round Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

The Perfect Cóck Sucker. (1) Yesterday, Lisa had been a suburban wife and mom who drove a minivan. She was in a somewhat boring but secure and monogamous marriage. Today, she was naked, on her knees, and surrounded by cocks. Lisa was 32 years old and had an angelic face. Her long dark curls cascaded to the middle of her back. She was five-foot-four and weighed no more than 125 pounds. She had a tiny waist and big bóóbs. Despite the size of her bouncy tîts, her hourglass figure had even more sand at the bottom. Lisa could affectionately be referred to as a PAWG—Phat Ass White Girl.

“You have to be smart about being a wife. Just don’t ever let yourself lose. A woman has to know how to keep her husband satisfied. Men stay loyal if we can please their eyes, their stomachs, and their… you know.” “Hi… his what?” Aurelia frowned. “His bird, Lia. The bird in the cage, you know the one. You get it, right? I mean, you’re married now.”

"Of course. Whose wife am I? But, with you being this beautiful, all the guys at the party will be amazed by you, darling." "Exaggerating." "Seriously. Especially since you're already so beautiful. I'm lucky to have a wife like you." "You're exaggerating," Aurora chuckled, blushing. Then, after getting ready, they both went to the party. Arriving there, what Alex said was true. Almost all of Alex's business associates praised Aurora's beauty and appearance that night. "Your wife looks extraordinary, Sir. If I may say, Mr. Alex and Mrs. Aurora look very compatible."

Danielle stated plainly, “To me, a wife is someone who can carry herself on the same level as her husband. They should share their joys, their sorrows, the highs, and the lows, and continue to grow together. Instead of subjecting herself to being a… glorified nanny. “All the things you mentioned just now are more suited for a common nanny or housekeeper, they would do all of those things far better than I can. However, my role as a wife is unique and cannot be replaced. What’s so bad about warming my husband’s bed anyway? If you ask me, that’s what a healthy married couple should do by right.” Willow frowned deeply upon receiving this response. She did not expect such a prudish, disgusting s

“And this is your wife?” “Yes, I’m Liora Wrenford,” Liora replied. “Oh, I’ve heard so much about you. Quite a unique love story—from another man’s ex-wife to Mrs. Wrenford. Remarkable, isn’t it?” “Unique?” Liora raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps. But unique is better than being an old story no one remembers, don’t you think?” “An old story? Darling, you don’t know how the game works here. In this circle, the ones who survive are those who know how to eliminate their rivals—and I always survive,” Arielle said.

The headline beneath it read: WHO IS THE WOMAN MICHAEL CARTER IS HIDING? Her name wasn't printed. But her face was. And the ring on her finger was visible if you looked closely enough. The nurse holding the phone looked up. Then her eyes went wide. "Oh — Jessica, I didn't —" "It's fine." Her voice came out steady. She didn't know how. She handed the phone back and kept walking. THE BATHROOM Three minutes. She gave herself three minutes inside the locked stall.

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

" I wish I had met her first.” “She is also married," Ivan informed, taking a glass of wine from one of the servers that walked by and downing all in one gulp, then setting the glass down. “And you know this, how?" “She's my—" Valeria approached. “Hi," she smiled, standing beside Ivan clutching her purse. She stood not too close, but close enough for them to feel the heat roll off each other. “Your wife?" His acquaintance finally completed it. "Mike, this is Mrs Ravelle. My assistant."

She was small, energetic, and carried herself with the unmistakable confidence of someone who had earned the right to ignore her age. “There you are.” She embraced Elena warmly before stepping back. “I was beginning to think those important meetings had stolen you.” “They tried.” Elena laughed. “But I escaped.” Only then did the older woman notice Adrian. Her eyes narrowed with theatrical suspicion. “And who is this handsome stranger?” Elena looked momentarily uncertain. “This is my husband…” She paused almost imperceptibly before finishing. “…Adrian.” The hesitation lasted less than a second. It still reached him. Mrs. Alvarez welcomed them inside without another question.