Esposa Gostosa Novels & Stories

Some things never change. "Hola, Brody! Come to check on your amiga?" He said it like he knew I had a thing for her. He's just guessing, right? "Si, senior. How is she doing? Not embarassing me I hope?" Because this could turn out to be a disaster. But I really hope not. "La Nina is a very hard worker. Mi esposa esta muy feliz." If his wife is happy, then everyone is happy. Hot damn, what a relief.

Sia asked a happy Rhea who just finished talking on the phone probably with her husband and Rhea twirled around in happiness and stopped to kiss Diego on the cheek "Yeah...well I'm fine...let's just say I'm content"she remarked with an awkward serious expression that had Sia laughing, her friend was new in her marriage and excited to be both a wife and a mother. On the other hand she had been married for a while now and had a better experience hence new the excitement one felt whenever their husband put them first

The room erupted in laughter, a shared moment of joy and camaraderie among the staff. Ariana's smile widened upon hearing Mateo refer to her as his wife. It was a delightful surprise, surpassing her expectations of being called his girlfriend. The weight of the term 'wife' carried a deeper significance, making her feel cherished and loved. Her heart fluttered with joy and contentment as she looked at Mateo, her eyes shimmering with affection.

“My lovely wife~…it time for more…don’t sleep on me, yet….let us enjoy this bliss moment…together~………” “AAHHHNN~~…mmm~..husband~..fuck me~..fuck me hard~…ahhh~..ahh~..ahh~…ohh~..this taste so good~…ahhhhhnnn~…more~ fuck me more~”.(Angela)

She's waiting for us at home and she doesn't want people to know too much about her either. I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard Enzo say it, but the words behind it I felt were not only wrong but also ridiculous. and excessively untrue. The wife in his words is very beautiful, very beautiful, very talented, loves him very much, and passionately can do anything to be with him. I couldn't hear what he was saying anymore, so I turned off the TV and sighed, sitting down on a chair to drink tea.

I moan my brains out, feeling his cock deep inside my pussy, hitting my G-spot and making me cum like I have not tasted this cock before. “Fuck! Carla! You are so sweet, my love. So fucking sweet!” Angelo grabs my waist firmly and turns me over. Now, I am back down on the bed, with my husband’s sweet cock buried inside my body. My walls pulsate around his hardness giddily. “Hubby, show me what you got for me.” I tease in a sensual tone, and Angelo does not disappoint me. “As you wish, my wife.”

There was not a single sign of disgust on her features. And that, Javier was sure, was the hallmark of a lucky man. He had managed to find himself a lovely, caring wife with a matronly touch, after all, and no one had ever said that was an easy feat. In fact, Dana Gander was more than just pleasant to look at. There was a beautiful soul nestled within her equally bewitching figure, and Javier had to admit that time had only made her age like fine wine. She was alluring. Simply alluring, which was enough to start a fire within Javier…

“We’ve built something truly wonderful.” Estonia nodded, her eyes misty with happiness. “We have. And I couldn’t have asked for a better partner to share this journey with.” They exchanged a tender kiss, their love evident in every touch and glance. As they watched their daughter sleep peacefully, they knew that their life together was filled with blessings and joy.

Miss Rara: I Love you, my husband😗😗 Gerald Handsome: ich Liebe dich frau. Miss Rara: you are getting smarter in German, teach me yes😗😗 Gerald Handsome: Yes. Miss Rara: Gerald, what do you mean to make that status mean? I want to know 🤔🤔 I already know the meaning of Gerald's message. But, I want to see the explanation again from the bottom of his heart. Gerald Handsome: I love my wife Miss Rara: I also love my popcorn husband 😭😭. Why did you come home?

His cock slid deeper with the shift, drawing a broken gasp from both of them. He groaned low, forehead pressed to the nape of her neck. "Fuck," he breathed. His hand splayed over her lower belly, protective, reverent, possessive. Maria trembled, overwhelmed, her hand flying down to cover his, threading their fingers together over the soft swell of her stomach. "Mi esposa perfecta... madre de mi hijo..." (My perfect wife… mother of my child…) Maria turned blindly, seeking him, and he caught her mouth in a desperate, messy kiss, tongue sliding against hers, filthy and sweet.