Camilo X Bruno Fanart Novels & Stories

She told Dennis would stay late and leave after everyone. “I have an idea, it's enough that you are suffering…and well, I want you to see my men,” Marcus said while pouring himself some champagne, Ricardo didn't say a word. He had Camilo and Marcus drinking in his office. It was enough that he was letting them do that freely. He hated drinking randomly. “I need some women to paint… Can you give me your wife,” Camilo asked blinking mischievously at Ricardo, he was an artist? He required beautiful women to do his paintings. However, the deadly look he received from Ricardo had him laughing as he gulped down more champagne.

"Camila, playboy is here to see you". Someone announced. A half naked lady nodded slightly to the person that delivered the message. Camila look super hot, her big artificial breast stood firmly above her half push-up bra, her p*ssy line showing beneath the net string pant she wore. Her large artificial cheek butts wasn't plain, it had different colours and drawing of orthodox sighs, Italian language, a black butterfly and a pink snake leading up to her back and connectes to another drawing. Her pink hair stop right about her collar bone exposing the drawing of a dick and crucifix she drew on her back.

, Bruno whooped waving his arms in the air. He pulled his shirt over his head, running off with Casano who was already in his beach wears.

He had a kind face and an air of quiet efficiency about him. He didn't let her speak before he introduced himself. "Please, just take it easy." "Do I know you?" Camila scowled. "I'm Bruno, Sir Antonio’s personal assistant," he said, and that's when the recognition clicked. "Where is Antonio?" Camila blurted out, her voice raspy, every word felt like a struggle. Bruno's expression softened. "We're working on getting him out, Ms. Camila. His legal team is all actively working on his release. He should be with you very soon."

Arwan concluded. “No, no, no Arwan… you don't know what you are getting yourself into, we can't do that.” Bruno protested. “Bruno please,” Arwan calmly pleaded. Bruno’s eyes were bloodshot, his veins popped out and his chest was pounding. I could clearly hear the rate of his heartbeat increase, “You don't understand,” Bruno snapped back, “If you summon Lucifer Here… he's going to take me away.” “And why would he want you?” I asked, confused.

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.