Tengen Wives Makio Novels & Stories

At the butcher stall that reeked of meat, I caught the scent of a familiar perfume. “Pete, it’s been a while!” She was wearing expensive clothes with a full face of make-up as she appeared before me. I was not affected at all. I treated her like all other customers. I asked, “It’s three dollars per pound for pork and five dollars per pound for ribs. What do you want?” She frowned as her gaze became conflicted. Looking at my dirty clothes, she said guiltily, “You’ve been raising Poppy alone all these years. It must have been tough on you.”

BELLE “This has become a weird tradition.” Nikolai commented after placing the can of beer on his table. “You’re based somewhere in Europe. Why would you come home for a day like this?” “You know the only thing that’s weird here? Your wife is drinking a 1995 vintage red wine while we gulp these cans of cheap beer.”

Mr Contreras said, keeping his gaze at the road, "But first we need to lose this person." He tilted his head outside to view the rearview mirror. Oh shit! Four biker assassins were still madly on their trail. *** "Madam." The maid called softly to her boss who was sipping a glass of red wine and her gaze focused on the Show on the TV. The maid could tell she wasn't really watching. Mrs. Tocci was probably just trying to get away from her miserable reality. "What now?" Miranda complained, spilling her wine on the white thick rug.

The maid's body tensed, her legs shaking as she reached the edge. "Come for me," Alfredo snarled, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. "Come on my cock." The maid couldn't hold back any longer. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her and dragging her under. Her pussy squeezed Alfredo's cock tightly, her cries echoing off the walls. "That's it," Alfredo grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Squeeze my cock." The maid was lost in her pleasure, unable to do anything but take what he gave her. Alfredo's movements became jerky and uncontrolled.

It's weird because she wants to dip mango in a tomato sauce. "It suits you," said maid Tanna. She was busy cooking for our dinner. "Cut that off, Maid Tanna. I'm not in the mood to hop on your jokes," I said. "It's not a joke. It really suits you. You are doing it well. A husband who's doing a favour for his wife is a good husband and so you are, Theron," she said, smiling. I just shook my head.

Aden moaned in her ear and Maki closed her eyes as tears fell from them. They both reached their climax at the same time. Aden held Maki's trembling body as he filled her with his royal seed and Maki accepted every drop of it with guilt and pleasure fighting inside her.

“I do, indeed. You see, we’re not so different.” I can’t help but chuckle at this and clap his shoulder. “Ah, I see. Well, let’s finish up the introductions and get the marriage underway.” I say, nodding at Andreas, who closes the door behind him and walks over to us again. Kaen puts a hand on an older woman’s shoulder. “This is my wife, Saeko,” he says, and I take the woman’s hand. Her scent is masked by her husband’s, which is entirely understandable. He’s an Eastern Alpha; I’m sure things worked differently over there.

She wasn't good for anyone. I rubbed at my head in frustration and annoying arousal at the same time. On one hand I disliked the thought of Gigi being my fake wife and on the other I was considering having a fake wife who was willing to be open and still give me sex. Something was wrong with me and I knew it. Womanising had become a nature for me and I was a slave to women no matter how much I didn't want to admit it. Right now wasn't the time for those attributes to show up. I needed a pure and innocent wife who wouldn't be sexual and wouldn't expect anything but my last name.

“It’s the Second Prince!” “Marco is back.” “He is here.” “The most powerful Lycan in the Kingdom.” He has a cold smile on his face as he steps onto the podium and pulls my hands up, exposing my ring for everyone to see. “Her name is Tanya, and she is my wife,” Marco speaks in a cold voice that no one can dare argue with. “And she’s here to buy back my mother’s Earrings.” “What?” “Marco has a wife?” “Who is she?”

Then later I can brag it out that my friend is the wife of Derek Kit son of Sir Donald Kit, the Chief Security Officer of Edinburgh. Blue : you're crazy. You're really crazy. Get out of my room you crazy girl. Then she began to chase her round her room. Both of them were laughing happily 🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕