Podcasts about Osvaldo

Diego Genoud (@otro_periodista) charló con Osvaldo Aguirre, periodista y escritor, sobre su libro "Rosario narco. El negocio del crimen organizado".

Dios nos desafía a salir del bote, caminar sobre las aguas y vivir una experiencia sobrenatural. Y comprobar que Jesús no te va a dejar.

ENTRE USTEDES Y NOSOTROS con Dr. Enriquez, Dr Osvaldo Sammartino 14-5-2025

14 05 2025 A LA GRAN 730 - Osvaldo Zaracho, Fiscal by ABC Color

09 05 2025 Periodísticamente - Osvaldo Cáceres - Reclusión de Manzur a Emboscada by ABC Color

09 05 2025 Periodísticamente - Osvaldo Cáceres - Reclusión de Manzur a Emboscada by ABC Color

Ep. 157Conclave: mille anni di regole che colgono il futuro.Con Osvaldo Baldacci

ENTRE USTEDES Y NOSOTROS con Dr. Enriquez, Dr Osvaldo Sammartino 7-5-2025

05 05 2025 A LA GRAN 730 - Osvaldo Cáceres, periodista ABC COLOR by ABC Color

ENTRE USTEDES Y NOSOTROS con Dr. Enriquez, Dr Osvaldo Sammartino 30-4-2025

 ¿Recuerdas el día en que alguien compartió el Evangelio contigo? ¿Cómo te sentiste? En el podcast de hoy vamos a hablar sobre cómo podemos ser portadores de esa misma luz para otros, y cómo compartir a Jesús con aquellos que aún no lo conocen.

ENTRE USTEDES Y NOSOTROS con Dr. Enriquez, Dr Osvaldo Sammartino 23-4-2025

Anthony hosts the latest episode of Fantasy MLB Today, "Where's Osvaldo?". In the episode, Anthony covers the four arms he is recommending streaming on Tuesday, while covering a prospect call up and some injury news. ***Stream of the Day Tracker*** SUBSCRIBE, Rate and Review on Apple and Spotify! Follow us on Twitter: @EthosFantasyBB Follow us on Bluesky: @ethosfantasymlb Join our Fantasy Sports Discord Server: https://discord.gg/jSwGWSHqaV

ENTRE USTEDES Y NOSOTROS con Dr. Enriquez, Dr Osvaldo Sammartino 16-4-2025

Actualización: ya se abrió su causa de beatificación y, por eso, ya es considerada Sierva de Dios.La Hna. Clare María de la Trinidad y del Corazón de María nació en 1982. Fue una chica ordinaria con talentos increíbles, los cuales Cristo tomó para hacer de su vida algo extraordinario. La vida del espectáculo y la fama esperaba a esta chica irlandesa, pero el Señor tocó su corazón un Viernes Santo del año 2000, y en ese momento daría inicio una historia de amor que ha cautivado a millones de corazones. La alegría y la determinación de Clare fueron el sello del amor de Dios que palpitaba en su corazón, y con el que ahora Jesús y María nos llaman a vivir esa misma alegría. Falleció el 16 de abril del 2016 en Ecuador debido a un temblor.Con tu ayuda podremos continuar con este proyecto: https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=GZMHJDMXG8L22&fbclid=PAZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAabzPiBLoj2NefLbiwGBbXS1Ckn9xG8o9stwEGRXwQnsnoRllvac_CUJ_cU_aem_oPr5pU3Gmbo2qA3t6j-zkg

Wives get to thinking about how life is too short.Based on the works of CoyoteHoward. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Jenny & The Barbeque GatheringIt was the picture of Americana in southwest Idaho.A partly cloudy sky, with more sun than shade. Deep green grass. Horses munching away in the pasture while the kids, whose ages ranged from 2-16, played on the trampoline and playset.The husbands primarily were under the porch overhang, gathered around the grill, while Osvaldo and his 8 year old son Elliot jokingly played corn-hole in the grass.Their wives were on the furniture on the other end of the porch, doing as women do, keeping an eye on the children for the most part and enjoying their own trials and tribulations. Most of which focused on family dramas, future plans and prices for various groceries."Yeah, so what I'd like to do," Brady said, beginning to flip the burgers from the top left, "is kinda what you did, but I'd like to do 4 rails instead."Steve nodded and took a drink of beer from his Payette Brewing Co. bottle. He absentmindedly watched Brady do so, his left thumb tucked into the front pocket of his jeans, shifting his cowboy booted feet to equal distribution instead of one leg being cocked slightly. His slight belly showed his 36 years of age, and while he didn't like it, and wished he could find the consistent motivation to work out, his wife didn't mind, and his shirts still fit, including the plain white t-shirt he wore now."Yeah I don't mind the three, but the three inch- I wish I'd of been able to afford the three and a half," Steve said, shifting the bottle to his left and adjusting his multicam hat on his head, though it needn't be done. His brown, fade cut hair wasn't bothering him, it was more just a habit."You did your fence yourself?" Jeff asked. He was blond, worked out tons and was wearing a polo, cargo shorts and flip flops.Steve nodded, "Yeah the little mustang got out suddenly last year, little shit."The women meanwhile were discussing flowers."I'm so jealous of your little play area Jenny," Hannah said, taking a sip of her soda.She was married to Brady, and three of the tikes running around were hers. She was 36, was 5'7" and 133 pounds. She knew she was attractive, as all the women here were, but her husband appreciated her the most, and that's exactly the way she prefered it.They'd been married for well over 10 years, he was the father of all her babies, and they led a great life."Well it's been a lot of work, but yeah, it's coming together," Jenny said. "We've done a ton of work just to try and keep the weeds away." Her husband was Steve, and as she finished her sentence she looked over at her man.They'd been together the longest of the group of six couples, having been dating since junior year of high school, over 18 years prior. They had the second oldest child there, at 15, and the second youngest as well, a three year old girl.They'd been the ones to leave though, he going into the Army right after high school and finally leaving six years prior, and they'd all reconnected.Steve was still her king though, and she his queen, as they routinely told each other. Even now, as Heather, a half-asian, half-hispanic woman asked her about the newest berry they'd planted Jenny couldn't help but think about what her king had done to her last night, and her panties got warm under her flowery, blue, spaghetti-strapped sundress.Steve noticed her looking at him, and flashed her a smile, giving his queen a fun wink.And that's why she couldn't help but love him. He just did those little kinds of things that other men didn't with their wives. Sure he had a temper, he played video games, his memory was horrible.But his positives more than made up for it."I'd like to plant blackberries, especially if they have uh, no thorns," Amanda winked, and took a bite of potato salad. She was a short, slightly heavy black haired woman married to Osvaldo.She looked over and saw her son and husband playing cornhole still, though Jeff and Joe had gone over to play with them. They were married to Heather and Ellen, respectively, to Amanda's left."Yeah me too," Hannah said, to which the others laughed slightly."Bullshit," Kelly said, deciphering the code words; "You have too much going on already. Brady would strangle you!""Oh he'd be a little upset, but he always cools off," Hannah said, chuckling.But Jenny couldn't get the thought out of her mind now. The thought of how Steve had taken extra care to put the baby to bed, to not play Mass Effect, and to take her to bed.He'd sweetly pulled her jeans off, then nuzzled and licked at her cunt through her panties until she'd cum, THEN he had proceeded to have his way with her, bringing her off several more times before finishing off inside her.She imagined she could still feel his cum, making her wetter still.She suddenly looked at the whole situation. At everyone around her and the thought of them getting old, tired, and ending..."Hannah, watch Claire for me. I'm gonna go get fucked silly in your powder room," she said, locking eyes with her friend and rising with a slight smirk.Hannah's eyes went wide as she choked slightly and let out a huge smile."What?!" she exclaimed, but Jenny was already striding across the patio to her man."Did she just-""What did she say?""Whoa!""Hahaha! Oh shit she's really doing it!"Jenny had reached Steve, grabbed him by the belt buckle with one hand and had begun leading him away, walking forward as if leading a stud to a mare."Hey babe, whoa, what's up?" he asked.She turned and smirked a small smile at him, and she knew it achieved the desired affect. Her intentions must have been written all over her face, because he couldn't help but put his beer down and follow, his own smile bursting forth.She lead him through the door and didn't give him time to properly shut it, but he was able to with a strong hand."Jen, what are you doing?" Steve asked, grabbing her wrist. She was closer to her target though."I need you," she said, suddenly breathless as she kissed him deeply, her sexy body pressing up against his.She made sure to press her bra'ed 34C breasts into his chest, her left hand around his back, her right up in his short hair.Steve's hands went around her pinched waist first, then his left up her side and back while his right went around and down to her plump ass, cupping and kneading.She moaned at the touches, then broke the french kiss and backed away towards the half-bath by the front door.Steve followed eagerly and suddenly they were in the little bathroom, finding the light and locking the door behind them."Hun, what's gotten int-ohh shit!" Steve started, but she hushed him by immediately dropping to her knees, and getting his jeans undone."Damn girl, the fuck has gotten into you suddenly?" he asked, as she got the front of his pants open, not pausing and pulled down his underwear too. But his hands went to her head, lightly rubbing the sides and back encouragingly."Can't I just want my husband?" she asked before throating his semi-hard, 6 inch cock in one go."Ah fuck," he said, his biology taking over for a moment as he thrust his hips an inch forward, his hands tightening on her head.Her tongue was going crazy on the underside of his shaft, the tip even coming past her bottom lip slightly to lick his balls as much as she could, and he got rigid hard in moments.He gasped and breathed as if he were in pain, but she knew he wasn't. Jenny didn't give him head very often, so this must be a real treat for him. Though truth be told, this was a means to an end. She bobbed her face on his crotch for a dozen or so pumps, until she felt his cockhead nudge the back of her throat. That end was now.She rose, looked him in the eye as her right hand grasped his hard prick, some of her hair in her eye as she did so, stroking it in short strokes as she turned to the vanity and mirror.God she looked slutty. One of her spaghetti straps had fallen off her shoulder and her lips were an excited red from having just been stretched in an obscene 'O' around his magnificent cock.But she could still FEEL her sex drive though, his taste still in her mouth. Her boobs were hypersensitive in their confines, feeling wonderfully constrained as she breathed, and her panties were probably soaked through.She pulled up the hem of her dress and bent over the counter, looking back at him over her right shoulder."God, just fuck me. Fuck me!" she said, "I need it."Steve couldn't refuse this personification of pure lust in front of him. She wasn't his wife in this moment. She was a bitch in heat. A mare in season. And he was going to give her the beast she needed.He grabbed her brief-cut panties with both hands and yanked them down with animalistic urgency to her feet, where she stepped out with one sandaled foot.He then rose and put his right hand to her cunt, immediately confirming how wanton she was by the heat and wetness he found there, easily one of the wettest times he'd ever seen her."Oh fuck," she said, finding her own lustful gaze looking back at her in the vanity mirror, feeling his fingers run through her sex from her clit(which he brushed ever so slightly) right up to her asshole. She knew he must've thought about playing with it, as she'd let him take her ass several times in the past year, finally.But he didn't linger, instead he stepped right up to her bent over body and slid his steel hard cock into her cunt, all in one go."Oh! Oh fuck! Oh god that feels soo good!" she practically screamed, but huskily.His hands went to her wide hips, finding her pelvic bones that made the perfect obscene handles, beginning to piston her cunt, slowly.But she wanted more, she wanted to be fucked, and fucked well.She looked over her shoulder at him, "Steve, god damnit, Fuck me!" With each stressed word she pushed herself back on his cock, sparks flying from her sopping cunt through her body as she did so as his rod plowed her depths.Out at the patio, the ladies' conversation suddenly halted when the screams and moans were faintly heard coming from the little vent, high on the side of the house. It piped the narrative from the powder room, just on the other side of the brick exterior. First Claire took notice, then all the ladies went silent, their devilish grins showing their vicarious delight. A couple of the guys noticed the silence over at the other end of the covered patio, then all the guys heard the faint echo of a raging hormonal woman's voice could just barely be heard yelling; “Steve, God damnit. Fuck me!”Jenny was rewarded with her stud pulling her hips back so that she'd fall backwards if he wasn't there, cock lodged inside her. Her hands were wrapped tightly around the spout of the faucet, now somewhat in front of her as her hair swung with his thrusts. Her tits were swaying as much as her bra would allow, and the pulling on her chest added to her sexual experience. The thumb of her left hand subconsciously rubbed the underside of the chrome spout, but in her entranced state, she imagined it was Steve's turgid cock.In moments he was fucking her hard. Fast. Making her ass jiggle with every impact of his pelvis. She felt his cock running though her with abandon, the heat from her cunt quickly turning into a fire, then a blaze, until stars burst in her vision and she screamed a carnal, drawn out "ah" in orgasm, her legs shaking uncontrollably. “Steve, you beast!” she screamed in satisfaction.Her hands slipped as they clenched and gripped the sink, Steve stepping up as her hips were pushed forward against the edge of the counter.Whereas moments before she'd cum from her assertive pushing back, now she was trapped with nowhere to go. More precisely, her hole couldn't get away from the prick fucking it.Jenny realized that she'd be forced to cum at least again, maybe more even. Her king had slowed as he'd trapped her, bringing his hands up to her shoulders and finding new grips with which to pound her.She looked up and saw her sweaty self in the mirror again, her jaw dropped open as she breathed heavy with sexual arousal, her whole body jarring with each impact of Steve's hips against her ass.God she was so sexy, and her cunt was doing such a good job of clenching around the invader, her body doing as it was designed to do, trying to bring the penis inside it to orgasm. Her hole wanted his semen. That was its purpose, to get fucked and filled by cum, so she could carry his child.And it was working, her own voice raising with every fourth or fifth quickening thrust as she felt her second orgasm building in her depths, Steve's cock hitting amazing pockets of nerves inside her.It suddenly was upon her as her left hand pressed against the mirror, her right coming around to grab Steve's hip as her cunt exploded in pleasure, her eyes wide. She rocked herself back as he tried to pull out for another thrust, trying to keep him inside her as she came, throwing her head in an out of control nodding motion and half panting, half exclaiming "ahs.”Steve for his part wasn't faring well on holding out. He regularly told Jenny that her orgasms would collect massive amounts of cash on the internet, and they usually brought him off. But Jenny had never been this needy before, and though she did have bouts of increased sexual activity, this was a whole new level.As she came again for the second time, the thrashing of her head, her hair flying and her hand on the mirror, almost got him.It was her hand landing on his right side, hip and ass cheek coupled with her rocking cunt clenching on his shaft that got him. He slammed forward to the hilt as his cum rose from his balls, rocketing down his weapon until it fired into her hot sheathe.Again and again it fired, "Oh yeah! Uh! Uh! Uh! Take it baby!" he said through blurred vision and clenched teeth.Out on the patio, the ladies were squirming; embarrassed, but getting aroused. Claire was frustrated when she had to go comfort a child who tripped and fell in the play area; “Tell me what I'm missing, Kelly.”

Eduardo Battaglia dialogó con Osvaldo Giordano sobre la quita del cepo cambiario y los puntos que todavía quedan resolverse.

Wives get to thinking about how life is too short.Based on the works of CoyoteHoward. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Jenny & The Barbeque GatheringIt was the picture of Americana in southwest Idaho.A partly cloudy sky, with more sun than shade. Deep green grass. Horses munching away in the pasture while the kids, whose ages ranged from 2-16, played on the trampoline and playset.The husbands primarily were under the porch overhang, gathered around the grill, while Osvaldo and his 8 year old son Elliot jokingly played corn-hole in the grass.Their wives were on the furniture on the other end of the porch, doing as women do, keeping an eye on the children for the most part and enjoying their own trials and tribulations. Most of which focused on family dramas, future plans and prices for various groceries."Yeah, so what I'd like to do," Brady said, beginning to flip the burgers from the top left, "is kinda what you did, but I'd like to do 4 rails instead."Steve nodded and took a drink of beer from his Payette Brewing Co. bottle. He absentmindedly watched Brady do so, his left thumb tucked into the front pocket of his jeans, shifting his cowboy booted feet to equal distribution instead of one leg being cocked slightly. His slight belly showed his 36 years of age, and while he didn't like it, and wished he could find the consistent motivation to work out, his wife didn't mind, and his shirts still fit, including the plain white t-shirt he wore now."Yeah I don't mind the three, but the three inch- I wish I'd of been able to afford the three and a half," Steve said, shifting the bottle to his left and adjusting his multicam hat on his head, though it needn't be done. His brown, fade cut hair wasn't bothering him, it was more just a habit."You did your fence yourself?" Jeff asked. He was blond, worked out tons and was wearing a polo, cargo shorts and flip flops.Steve nodded, "Yeah the little mustang got out suddenly last year, little shit."The women meanwhile were discussing flowers."I'm so jealous of your little play area Jenny," Hannah said, taking a sip of her soda.She was married to Brady, and three of the tikes running around were hers. She was 36, was 5'7" and 133 pounds. She knew she was attractive, as all the women here were, but her husband appreciated her the most, and that's exactly the way she prefered it.They'd been married for well over 10 years, he was the father of all her babies, and they led a great life."Well it's been a lot of work, but yeah, it's coming together," Jenny said. "We've done a ton of work just to try and keep the weeds away." Her husband was Steve, and as she finished her sentence she looked over at her man.They'd been together the longest of the group of six couples, having been dating since junior year of high school, over 18 years prior. They had the second oldest child there, at 15, and the second youngest as well, a three year old girl.They'd been the ones to leave though, he going into the Army right after high school and finally leaving six years prior, and they'd all reconnected.Steve was still her king though, and she his queen, as they routinely told each other. Even now, as Heather, a half-asian, half-hispanic woman asked her about the newest berry they'd planted Jenny couldn't help but think about what her king had done to her last night, and her panties got warm under her flowery, blue, spaghetti-strapped sundress.Steve noticed her looking at him, and flashed her a smile, giving his queen a fun wink.And that's why she couldn't help but love him. He just did those little kinds of things that other men didn't with their wives. Sure he had a temper, he played video games, his memory was horrible.But his positives more than made up for it."I'd like to plant blackberries, especially if they have uh, no thorns," Amanda winked, and took a bite of potato salad. She was a short, slightly heavy black haired woman married to Osvaldo.She looked over and saw her son and husband playing cornhole still, though Jeff and Joe had gone over to play with them. They were married to Heather and Ellen, respectively, to Amanda's left."Yeah me too," Hannah said, to which the others laughed slightly."Bullshit," Kelly said, deciphering the code words; "You have too much going on already. Brady would strangle you!""Oh he'd be a little upset, but he always cools off," Hannah said, chuckling.But Jenny couldn't get the thought out of her mind now. The thought of how Steve had taken extra care to put the baby to bed, to not play Mass Effect, and to take her to bed.He'd sweetly pulled her jeans off, then nuzzled and licked at her cunt through her panties until she'd cum, THEN he had proceeded to have his way with her, bringing her off several more times before finishing off inside her.She imagined she could still feel his cum, making her wetter still.She suddenly looked at the whole situation. At everyone around her and the thought of them getting old, tired, and ending..."Hannah, watch Claire for me. I'm gonna go get fucked silly in your powder room," she said, locking eyes with her friend and rising with a slight smirk.Hannah's eyes went wide as she choked slightly and let out a huge smile."What?!" she exclaimed, but Jenny was already striding across the patio to her man."Did she just-""What did she say?""Whoa!""Hahaha! Oh shit she's really doing it!"Jenny had reached Steve, grabbed him by the belt buckle with one hand and had begun leading him away, walking forward as if leading a stud to a mare."Hey babe, whoa, what's up?" he asked.She turned and smirked a small smile at him, and she knew it achieved the desired affect. Her intentions must have been written all over her face, because he couldn't help but put his beer down and follow, his own smile bursting forth.She lead him through the door and didn't give him time to properly shut it, but he was able to with a strong hand."Jen, what are you doing?" Steve asked, grabbing her wrist. She was closer to her target though."I need you," she said, suddenly breathless as she kissed him deeply, her sexy body pressing up against his.She made sure to press her bra'ed 34C breasts into his chest, her left hand around his back, her right up in his short hair.Steve's hands went around her pinched waist first, then his left up her side and back while his right went around and down to her plump ass, cupping and kneading.She moaned at the touches, then broke the french kiss and backed away towards the half-bath by the front door.Steve followed eagerly and suddenly they were in the little bathroom, finding the light and locking the door behind them."Hun, what's gotten int-ohh shit!" Steve started, but she hushed him by immediately dropping to her knees, and getting his jeans undone."Damn girl, the fuck has gotten into you suddenly?" he asked, as she got the front of his pants open, not pausing and pulled down his underwear too. But his hands went to her head, lightly rubbing the sides and back encouragingly."Can't I just want my husband?" she asked before throating his semi-hard, 6 inch cock in one go."Ah fuck," he said, his biology taking over for a moment as he thrust his hips an inch forward, his hands tightening on her head.Her tongue was going crazy on the underside of his shaft, the tip even coming past her bottom lip slightly to lick his balls as much as she could, and he got rigid hard in moments.He gasped and breathed as if he were in pain, but she knew he wasn't. Jenny didn't give him head very often, so this must be a real treat for him. Though truth be told, this was a means to an end. She bobbed her face on his crotch for a dozen or so pumps, until she felt his cockhead nudge the back of her throat. That end was now.She rose, looked him in the eye as her right hand grasped his hard prick, some of her hair in her eye as she did so, stroking it in short strokes as she turned to the vanity and mirror.God she looked slutty. One of her spaghetti straps had fallen off her shoulder and her lips were an excited red from having just been stretched in an obscene 'O' around his magnificent cock.But she could still FEEL her sex drive though, his taste still in her mouth. Her boobs were hypersensitive in their confines, feeling wonderfully constrained as she breathed, and her panties were probably soaked through.She pulled up the hem of her dress and bent over the counter, looking back at him over her right shoulder."God, just fuck me. Fuck me!" she said, "I need it."Steve couldn't refuse this personification of pure lust in front of him. She wasn't his wife in this moment. She was a bitch in heat. A mare in season. And he was going to give her the beast she needed.He grabbed her brief-cut panties with both hands and yanked them down with animalistic urgency to her feet, where she stepped out with one sandaled foot.He then rose and put his right hand to her cunt, immediately confirming how wanton she was by the heat and wetness he found there, easily one of the wettest times he'd ever seen her."Oh fuck," she said, finding her own lustful gaze looking back at her in the vanity mirror, feeling his fingers run through her sex from her clit(which he brushed ever so slightly) right up to her asshole. She knew he must've thought about playing with it, as she'd let him take her ass several times in the past year, finally.But he didn't linger, instead he stepped right up to her bent over body and slid his steel hard cock into her cunt, all in one go."Oh! Oh fuck! Oh god that feels soo good!" she practically screamed, but huskily.His hands went to her wide hips, finding her pelvic bones that made the perfect obscene handles, beginning to piston her cunt, slowly.But she wanted more, she wanted to be fucked, and fucked well.She looked over her shoulder at him, "Steve, god damnit, Fuck me!" With each stressed word she pushed herself back on his cock, sparks flying from her sopping cunt through her body as she did so as his rod plowed her depths.Out at the patio, the ladies' conversation suddenly halted when the screams and moans were faintly heard coming from the little vent, high on the side of the house. It piped the narrative from the powder room, just on the other side of the brick exterior. First Claire took notice, then all the ladies went silent, their devilish grins showing their vicarious delight. A couple of the guys noticed the silence over at the other end of the covered patio, then all the guys heard the faint echo of a raging hormonal woman's voice could just barely be heard yelling; “Steve, God damnit. Fuck me!”Jenny was rewarded with her stud pulling her hips back so that she'd fall backwards if he wasn't there, cock lodged inside her. Her hands were wrapped tightly around the spout of the faucet, now somewhat in front of her as her hair swung with his thrusts. Her tits were swaying as much as her bra would allow, and the pulling on her chest added to her sexual experience. The thumb of her left hand subconsciously rubbed the underside of the chrome spout, but in her entranced state, she imagined it was Steve's turgid cock.In moments he was fucking her hard. Fast. Making her ass jiggle with every impact of his pelvis. She felt his cock running though her with abandon, the heat from her cunt quickly turning into a fire, then a blaze, until stars burst in her vision and she screamed a carnal, drawn out "ah" in orgasm, her legs shaking uncontrollably. “Steve, you beast!” she screamed in satisfaction.Her hands slipped as they clenched and gripped the sink, Steve stepping up as her hips were pushed forward against the edge of the counter.Whereas moments before she'd cum from her assertive pushing back, now she was trapped with nowhere to go. More precisely, her hole couldn't get away from the prick fucking it.Jenny realized that she'd be forced to cum at least again, maybe more even. Her king had slowed as he'd trapped her, bringing his hands up to her shoulders and finding new grips with which to pound her.She looked up and saw her sweaty self in the mirror again, her jaw dropped open as she breathed heavy with sexual arousal, her whole body jarring with each impact of Steve's hips against her ass.God she was so sexy, and her cunt was doing such a good job of clenching around the invader, her body doing as it was designed to do, trying to bring the penis inside it to orgasm. Her hole wanted his semen. That was its purpose, to get fucked and filled by cum, so she could carry his child.And it was working, her own voice raising with every fourth or fifth quickening thrust as she felt her second orgasm building in her depths, Steve's cock hitting amazing pockets of nerves inside her.It suddenly was upon her as her left hand pressed against the mirror, her right coming around to grab Steve's hip as her cunt exploded in pleasure, her eyes wide. She rocked herself back as he tried to pull out for another thrust, trying to keep him inside her as she came, throwing her head in an out of control nodding motion and half panting, half exclaiming "ahs.”Steve for his part wasn't faring well on holding out. He regularly told Jenny that her orgasms would collect massive amounts of cash on the internet, and they usually brought him off. But Jenny had never been this needy before, and though she did have bouts of increased sexual activity, this was a whole new level.As she came again for the second time, the thrashing of her head, her hair flying and her hand on the mirror, almost got him.It was her hand landing on his right side, hip and ass cheek coupled with her rocking cunt clenching on his shaft that got him. He slammed forward to the hilt as his cum rose from his balls, rocketing down his weapon until it fired into her hot sheathe.Again and again it fired, "Oh yeah! Uh! Uh! Uh! Take it baby!" he said through blurred vision and clenched teeth.Out on the patio, the ladies were squirming; embarrassed, but getting aroused. Claire was frustrated when she had to go comfort a child who tripped and fell in the play area; “Tell me what I'm missing, Kelly.”

By Osvaldo Padilla

By Osvaldo Padilla

By Osvaldo Padilla

Servir es un acto de humildad. Jesús, al lavar los pies de sus discípulos, nos mostró que el servicio no tiene jerarquías ni excusas. Él se humilló para enseñarnos que, en el Reino de Dios, el servicio es la verdadera grandeza.¿Qué tan dispuesto estoy a servir a los demás, incluso cuando es incómodo o no es mi responsabilidad? 

By Osvaldo Padilla

By Osvaldo Padilla

By Osvaldo Padilla

02 04 2025 LPM - Nancy Jacquet, hermana de Osvaldo Jacquet by ABC Color

By Osvaldo Padilla

By Osvaldo Padilla

By Osvaldo Padilla

27 03 2025 Periodísticamente - Osvaldo Cáceres - Policiales ABC by ABC Color

ENTRE USTEDES Y NOSOTROS con Dr. Enriquez, Dr Osvaldo Sammartino 26-3-2025

By Osvaldo Padilla

By Osvaldo Padilla

By Osvaldo Padilla

Nos cuentan la historia de que le paso a Osvaldo Benavides de cuando tenia hinchada la cara.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

El dia de hoy te contaremos la historia de un hombre que tuvo muchas oportunidades de enderezar su camino, miles de situaciones le indicaban que no iba en la senda correcta, y al final le cobraron facturas muy caras que afectaron su vida sentimental, familiar y su propia carrera. ¿Está arrepentido? Hoy te contamos esta interesante historia sobre la vida de #OsvaldoRios

Ya en el aire el septuagésimo cuarto episodio de Cierra al libro al salir, el de necesitamos meses nuevos. En este episodio descubrimos en las Desnoticias el alfabeto de Chon, el más antiguo del mundo. También sabemos que hay un mes más que se nos ha perdido —estaba escondido en el calendario Kodak— y queremos recuperar para nosotros o, en su defecto, el día Osvaldo que inventó la cerveza argentina Quilmes. Salimos del estocentrismo para contarnos Necesitamos nombres nuevos, de Noviolet Bulawayo, una historia circular sobre la vida en Zimbabue y la migración a EEUU que nos ha gustado mucho, mientras nos hacíamos muchas preguntas sobre lo que significa tener un hogar y qué es la nieve. Analizamos en clave George Saunders el cuento ruso Los cantores de Iván Turgénev, y ¡por fin! Alfredo sale a la luz para contarnos sus impresiones. Presentación: al principio. Desnoticias: minuto 4. Hablamos de Necesitamos nombres nuevos, de NoViolet Bulawayo: minuto 20. En nuestro curso de  lectura (o lo que sea), analizamos el cuento Los cantores, de Turgénev: minuto 53. Análisis del mismo cuento por nuestro amigo Alfredo: minuto 1 h. 11. Despedida: al final. El próximo cuento ruso que analizaremos en la sección sin nombre será "Un abogado de moda", de Nadezhda Teffi, y lo puedes leer aquí: https://acortar.link/fwKWDa Puedes comprar los libros de los que te hablamos donde te apetezca, pero nosotros te sugerimos que lo hagas a través de una pequeña librería y que te dejes aconsejar por los libreros. La sintonía del programa es de Charles Matuschewski y el logo del programa de Ana Nuria Corral. Las cortinillas animadas son de Jara Vicente. La traducción sincronizada de Elvira Barrio Cualquier sugerencia o crítica, incluso malintencionada, la podéis enviar a hola@cierraellibroalsalir.com. Búscanos en facebook (sobre todo), en instagram o en youtube, prometemos contestar lo antes posible. Esto es todo por hoy. Dentro de un mes, otro episodio. ¡No te olvides! Cierra el libro al salir. #IvanTurgenev #NoVioletBulawayo #GeorgeSaunders #libros #literatura

Siempre resulta grato presentarles en nuestro podcast a figuras que sobresalieron en el Tango. El caso de hoy tiene ribetes espectaculares porque estamos recordando, en el mes de su cumpleaños, a un músico extraordinario -estudioso de Conservatorio-, que supo abrirse paso en aquel Buenos Aires inundado de estrellas, donde era bastante difícil poder ‘asomar la cabeza' compitiendo con verdaderos maestros de nuestro ritmo río platense. Empezó acompañando nada menos que a Don Héctor Mauré, voz autorizada y exitosa. Este hombre talentoso desde el teclado, con influencias de Maderna y Salgán, fue un muy buen director de orquesta y compositor, que dejó un caudal de éxitos y supo compartir con lo más granado de la época dorada del cuarenta, por ejemplo cuando fue pianista de Aníbal Troilo. Avanzó decidido en el tiempo y también se consagró en el Tango moderno, aparejado a los nuevos compositores, con el mismo éxito de sus comienzos. Junto a Ernesto Baffa formó una de las orquestas más finas y acompasadas de nuestra historia musical porteña.

Osvaldo “Mr. Mayso” Maysonet is back for another riveting conversation on Ride Boundless! This time, we dive into a dynamic mix of topics shaping our world today, including the recent Los Angeles fires and what they signal for the future of a city striving to become Smart City Los Angeles 2.0. With the Super Bowl, World Cup, and Olympics heading to LA, we discuss the immense impact these global events will have on the city. From infrastructure demands to safety concerns, we explore how these monumental occasions intersect with ongoing challenges like the fires and the push for a smarter, more resilient Los Angeles. Of course, no conversation with Mr. Mayso would be complete without diving into Second Amendment laws and the Constitution. We tackle the latest legal updates, the responsibilities of gun ownership, and the ongoing debates surrounding the right to bear arms in an ever-changing political landscape. We wrap things up with a fascinating segment on prepping for the unexpected, and a special guest appearance by PT, who shares surprising gun facts and stats about firearm ownership and training.

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JLP Thu 1-9-25 Bible Thumper Thursday HOUR 1 Jesse Watters: L.A. fires, CA leadership. Problem boss. // HOUR 2 Peace, John 14: 27. Calls, Supers // HOUR 3 Callers in their heads: Victims. Can't break up with black friend. // Biblical Question: Are you living from your spirit or from your mind? ⏰ TIMESTAMPS (0:00:00) HOUR 1  (0:04:36) L.A. fires, CA "leaders": Jesse Watters  (0:31:55) Joel evacuated!  (0:33:51) THERESA, TX: God is judge  (0:35:13) BRANDI, HI: You OK?  (0:40:27) MIKE, NC, 1st: Anger with boss, wanna quit  (0:50:48) Supers…  (0:55:17) NEWS: Carter  (1:01:16) HOUR 2, JLP does bible thumper opening  (1:04:51) John 14: 27, Peace I give you; but your heart is troubled…  (1:13:22) JACK, FL, 1st: Wish all well  (1:15:55) ED, HB, CA, 1st: God a He?  (1:18:52) JUSTIN, MI: BQ  (1:23:07) Supers: Don't argue…. No Joel, no Nick!  (1:33:28) JASON, Buffalo: arguing perfect peace  (1:36:44) OSVALDO, TX, 1st: BQ, living from thoughts  (1:40:50) AUSTIN, VA, 1st: Peace, in and out of consciousness  (1:43:05) Supers: Pre-BLM, BQ…  (1:49:04) GABRIELLE, NC: All thoughts in captivity, testimonial  (1:52:27) JUAN, WA: BQ…  (1:55:07) NEWS: Don't get sick  (2:00:53) HOUR 3  (2:04:28) Bible Thumper  (2:05:33) JUAN: tripping over court; no fight w wife  (2:14:31) MARIA, NY: Jason... BQ: not praying. Kids. Victim. Exhausted. Family, Matt 10: 35-37. Love hell. Evil!  (2:31:21) Announcements…  (2:36:08) Matthew 10: 34-37… 12: 46-50… Jesus your brother  (2:40:41) KYLE, Nashville, 1st, not ready  (2:40:59) RICK, VA: Joel… Does God judge? NOLA mayor  (2:47:49) AMY, IL, 1st, white, wanna end friendship w black woman. Anger  (2:52:58) Supers: Send an angel, not the mayor!  (2:56:00) Closing 

Descubre cómo Osvaldo transformó su vida, pasando de trabajar en carpintería y construcción a convertirse en un exitoso inversionista en bienes raíces en Estados Unidos. 

En la Clavada Telefónica de hoy, Jorge Nitales llamó al actor Osvaldo Friger para registrar a su caballo, "El Ajiaco Volador," en la carrera de carros Fast or Nothing este fin de semana en Avon Park.

Osvaldo es un trabajador de hotel que cuenta los secretos que guardan algunos hoteles, hoteles en la riviera maya que les hacen altares a los duendes o "Aluxes" para evitar que les hagan daños en el hotel, porque no existe el piso 13 en los hoteles ni la habitación 13 que es de mala suerte, la importancia de dejar propinas cuando te dan un buen servicio, viejito millonario que le dejo su herencia a una mesera que lo atendía muy bien en un restaurante, tratar con gloria trevi que es buena persona y que es inocente de todo lo que la acusan. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/gusgripodcast/support

En este episodio hablamos con el Dr. Osvaldo Vásquez, fundador y CEO de Skingroup,una de las clínicas más importantes de México. Nos cuenta su historia de vida, llena de sueños y metas cumplidas. Dermatólogo, especialidad en cirugía dermatológica, maestro en alta dirección, piloto aviador y host del podcast emprendiendo desde la piel, todo un estuche de monerías. Los temas a tratar fueron su experiencia post injerto capilar, alopecia androgénica, procedimientos para mejorar flacidez y calidad de piel, las mejores opciones en ojeras y muchas cosas más. Espero disfruten el episodio tanto como yo.