Wifey And Hubby Shirt นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"The world gave you the best CEO tag, and you deserve the award as well — now I give you the tag of best husband." "Yes, for me, you are the best husband in this world — the caring and lovable husband." "I love you so much, hubby; you are the best." She showed her thumb and kissed him on the cheek while making a cute face. A smile appeared on his lips — he even got the best hubby tag today. Her hair was flying in the air, and he interlocked her hair on her face behind her ear while smiling at her. And then his eyes fell on the same white T-shirt, but it had "Best Wife" written on it.

It was just a joke, after all; she would stop mentioning it. Nicole shook her head with a light chuckle, gesturing for Patricia to come inside the company with them. The day of Stanley and Tia's wedding arrived. Holding a traditional Hustuaburgian wedding wasn't common, so Stanley and Tia's ceremony attracted a lot of attention in San Joto. The invited guests were eager to witness the event, while onlookers could only hope to catch a glimpse of the grand occasion. Tia, adorned in a traditional Hustuaburgian wedding gown tailored by Mrs. Wallace Sr., was overjoyed to become Stanley's wife. The continuous blessings from the guests and the couple's radiant happiness filled the air, painting a p

she whispered, "It's OK." Dominic gaped as his wife reached down and took off her own shirt, revealing her tan, six-pack stomach and a little black sports bra. She took that off as well and her little titties jiggled. Dominic couldn't help but notice that his wife's nipples were erect, like little coral-colored spires poking outward.

They saw their little wife confused but what she said made a sudden calmness to spread in their demeanor. She said that she got the T-shirt from her husbands closet that means she mentioned them as her husbands and they didn't about care anything at that time but the words their little wife said for them. She considers them as her husbands but why they are feeling so happy for that. Even their faces were blank but inside their stomach were fluttering. They tried to calm their sudden excitement and concentrated on the screen.

It's a silent rule cause I don't want them to feel awkward having fans. 'What are you saying? I would love to help, especially if it's a fan of mine. It's like giving back to you for all the support and inspiration you gave me.' what's with this heartfelt statement? I keep my heart beating faster and make myself comfortable at his back. He smelled so good. He opened the door to his apartment. "I'm back." All the conversation started in Hangul but I understand it anyway. "Oh honey, welcome back. Who's that?" I finally see his mystery wife. He never discloses her to the public. She was so pretty in her straight black hair. She probably also just came back from the kitchen with the apron she wa

She said as he nodded; Shayra fingers traced the tattoo on his chest; the tattoo he got after their wedding day; it was his wedding gift to her; he was so scared of injection yet he let the pain of needles priece his skin. “I still don’t know how you got that,” Shayra said as she got off the bed; pulling his t-shirt off her naked body. Yash watched her as she changed into a salwar suit; she obviously can’t roam in his t-shirt with no panties on. “wear your shirt Yash,” Shayra said as she threw his shirt at him. “We don’t need clothes in our room,” Yash reasoned as he threw the shirt on. Shayra brushed her hair as Yash came behind her and took the other comb, styling his hair with a little am

He wrapped his hands around her waist and looked at her in the mirror. "My gorgeous wife looks stunning as always." Hearing his remark she blushed. She was staring at him through the mirror. "Are you done gawking, you husband?" "It should be a crime to look so devilishly handsome." Viren was wearing a blue checkered full sleeve shirt with a mandarin collar and navy blue slim fit pants. "My wife has made my room heaven. I love the efforts made by you. Let us move downstairs." Hand in hand they went down. Together they cut the cake and fed each other and all family members. They had an appetizing dinner.

I was dressed in a comfortable, yet stylish outfit - a crisp, white linen shirt, paired with dark pants, and a pair of my favorite slides. As I gazed at the document, my mind wandered back to the happy memories of my wife. Her bright, radiant smile and infectious laughter filled my thoughts. We were once so happy, so full of life and love. But then, something changed. A secret, one that I had kept hidden for so long, began to tear us apart.

"Why are you wearing that? Take it off." "The only thing I'm wearing underneath is a very revealing lingerie that was packed for me so if you want me to take the shirt off, be my guest." I reached for the hem of the shirt. "Stop." He raised his hand to stop me. "Go pick another shirt, that's one of my favourites and I'm not comfortable sharing it." "Do I need to remind you that you are married now and one of the basic habits you need to cultivate is sharing?" I folded my arms, staring right back at him. "I like this one and I won't take it off.

"I will buy you endless amounts of lingerie, my beautiful wife." He pulled his shirt on and reached for the buttons only to discover them missing. He cocked an eyebrow at her. She laughed, "My rich husband will buy you endless amounts of new shirts." He grinned wolfishly and bent to help her do up her bra and pull her tight Guns N' Roses tee back on. She pulled her black skinny jeans on without the underwear. "It'll be uncomfortable, but worth it knowing that you know I'm going commando under them," she said mischievously, wiggling her gorgeous ass at him as she settled back down in front of the fireplace with her paperwork.