Esposo Cornudo Novels & Stories

“Well, he is well athletic built, long brown hair and very brown eyes, he also looked sturdy —” “Hold on, this brown hair of his, it is a shoulder length hair?” She asked and Orlanda nodded. “His smiles are always a snicker huh?” Orlanda nodded, her eyes widening. “You know him?” She asked. “Not really, but I can tell who he is”, she said. The duo were already using their eyes to dig holes in her. “Who is he?” Winifred asked. “He is Carlson just as he had said, Oswald Escobar's step brother”, she said. “Wh… what!” Orlanda exclaimed.

] He pointed to it so he approached him "Sí, esta es mi esposa, y mis tres hijas, y claro mi hijo, Y...este, claro el perro." [Yes, this is my wife and my three daughters, and of course my son, and...um, of course the dog] said to him for a long time when he was told that, and kino nodded. "Ay, y ¿están visitando algún magar?" [Oh, and are you visiting some place?] Mr. asked him. Fonsy so kino just nodded

She looked at him, surprised, blinking a few times at the direct statement. “You’re very much in love with him. How long have you been married?” She smiled serenely, almost shyly, before answering. “It’ll be a month.” “And what’s his name?” “Augusto. Augusto Avelar.” Lorenzo’s eyes widened, nearly knocking over the small glass of sparkling water the waiter had just served. “Oh my God! You’re kidding?!” he exclaimed, lowering his voice as he realized his reaction. “You’re the wife of the most famous magnate in Brazil?”

Andrew pov(Stella's Ex husband): I was massaging Mary’s leg ,as she ate slices of fruit that the maid had cut up for her. She sat comfortably on the couch, chewing slowly while scrolling through her phone. I had gotten divorced, and Stella had sent me a video of the CCTV footage of our home, where Mary was bullying her and pretending Stella hit her. I wanted to believe Stella, my ex wife, because I loved her.

I shot back. -- Clifford's POV. Her question made my lips part in surprise. I could still clearly remember how Horacio had approached Millicent — after that call, I couldn’t sit still. “You have a lovely wife, Steel. Do you want to share her with me?” Horacio had taunted on the other end of the line. I looked toward the bathroom where Millicent had been. “Fuck you, Horacio! Don’t you dare touch my wife or—” “Or what, Steel? Come on, we used to share everything, remember? Chanda was one example,” he sneered.

"Of course, not, hahaha. That was so lovely ..., husband. But I will go now. Work is calling right now." Catherine cleared her throat awkwardly and forced a smile, taking herself back to reality. Of course, she knew that kiss was nothing, just a facade to show his assistant that they were lovely married. She noticed what followed his demeanor and only she could understand not Jorge. She gritted her teeth and finally forced her feet far away from them, heading to her office.

Beside me, Ryuu tensed. "What kind of news?" I asked, feigning ignorance. Espósito shrugged, playing it off, but his interest was crystal clear. He wanted to know about the pregnancy. The fact that he asked so directly only showed how much it meant to him. "Looking for something, Vincenzo?" Ryuu leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. His gaze sharpened, wary, as if anticipating Espósito’s next move. "Please, call me Grandfather," Espósito replied with a light laugh, ignoring Ryuu’s tension. I couldn’t help but smile as Ryuu rolled his eyes, his body relaxing slightly. "But since you insist… I’ll take your answer as a no."

Gianni said as he guided me through the house, into a sunny room with a eight seated table. It looked a sad sight to see it bare aside from the old man sitting at the head in a very bright, multicoloured suit. It reminded me of a disco ball, or a twisted hop rubix cube. He stood the moment we walked in and Gianni gave him a warm hug. This was obviously Giovanni, but he looked nothing how I had expected him to look. "Nonnino, this is Kinley. Gattina, this is my grandfather, Giovanni." I stuck my hand out to shake his, "Pleasure to meet you Mr. Esposito."

Cardoza replied and suddenly he opened the zipper of the slacks he was wearing and my eyes widen when he pulled his dick out of his slacks. "How about this hotdog? Can you swallow this?" Mr. Cardoza asks in a very sensual voice. Fuck, I think the rumors are true that foreigners have big dicks.