“This is what you get for running away like that. Anyone will think we mistreated you," she complained, touching his little head with her index finger. Don't ever do this again, you hear me? I let you flutter around the house three times a day, if I had you locked up twenty”four hours, well... God, what a scare you gave me. He sighed, shaking his head. The bird finally chirped, as if to say that it was fine. Lea smiled and covered him with her hand before getting up. If I forgive you…
He was babbling incoherently to the bird for a while longer until he remembered that Jesse was still there, just like the most carnivorous dog in the history of canines. Her smile turned into a nervous grimace when she saw her boss look at her with a strange expression, as if she was holding back her laughter and at the same time she had just been struck a chord.
“How adorable. Lea cut him off as her eyes widened, stopping just above her brows. What happens?
"Did I do that to yo
She didn't dare look at Jesse when she asked that question, though she felt his eyes on her with a looming curiosity that would soon turn to mockery. The options were as follows: burst into tears, run to the window and jump headlong, or show dignity. The latter was the only one that seemed doable, so she traded her frustration for fleeting rage and projected it onto Shan. “What are you talking about? It's not true,” he snapped, coming around the couch to grab the laptop. You were seeing it. “Oh no, don't try to put the ball in my court like I should be offended by watching porn. I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm playing with Bryan Gozzling. "Well, I should give it to you," Lea mumbled. He forgot the computer and approached Shanghai with a bellicose attitude. He pushed her shoulders, trying to guide her into the room. Or to the balcony. Pornography makes gender inequalities a business that moves around four hundred million a year. “Of course we are cla
She lifted her head to see Jesse staring at her. “You go? she asked. “Should. The kitchen thing was supposed to be serious. "Well, nothing has happened… nothing irreversible," she heard herself say. What the fuck? Was she backing down? "The kitchen thing was supposed to be serious." Then? Why had they just groped the sofa, other than because they felt like it? They couldn't do things like that or things like the ones in the office, then spend two weeks treating each other politely, defining the line that couldn't be crossed, and ending up repeating the move from the beginning. She would go crazy if they kept doing that. "I'll walk you to the door. But grab the dog. Jesse nodded thoughtfully, waiting for her to put on her robe before following her. She fixed her loose hair as best she could, knowing he was watching her every move. She opened the front door, trying not to get too close to the collie, and waited wi
“And what is? Jesse stopped his inspection and cocked his head to look at her. “I suppose it's that person who makes you change your mind. Not to be confused with those who make you like things you used to hate, such as those who invite you to rediscover Japanese cuisine or insist that you will end up interested in rugby if you go to a live match and in the end they turn out to be right. Those are just friends. I mean that only person who renews your way of seeing the world and does it unintentionally. The one that makes everything that was "no" now "yes"... but only with her, do you understand me? It doesn't work with another. Well, Yuri is that exceptional creature. Everyone has one. “I do not. “Neither do I. But it is because we are strong”minded and we are clear about what we want. There are people who do need to run into this type of person. They alone can't see that they're looking for happiness where they shouldn't,” he explained, reaching out
"I don't know why I should get ready for work. I prefer comfort. Now, excuse me, but I have to... "Oh come on, don't play the prude. Yvonne put her arms on her hips. You and Jesse are hooking up. It's okay, we weren't going to scold you, just ask you for details. You know we live on those things. “A monotonous job like this forces us to look for other forms of entertainment, and it's not that we're happy with other people's rolls, but at least they entertain us. "The truth is that I prefer not to talk about it," he confessed with total honesty, even knowing that it would be useless. When those two proposed something, nobody stopped them. It was something I shouldn't have done while drunk and it won't happen again because I try to be professional in my work. Also… I don't want people to get an idea of what it's not and start making unfair comments. “They have,” Kara asserted, “but Ambani struck them down like lightning. Riley told me, who was there whe
Lea hugged him by the neck, noticing him splendidly wet because of her. The moan that stagnated in her throat was for the pleasure of having him like that, disheveled, red, anxious, dirty... She writhed because of what she was doing, what she represented, and because her orgasm was looming over her. And that threat made that moment something morbid, unique. She pressed him against her chest, as if she wanted to suffocate him, and gathered her vaginal muscles to immortalize that presence between her legs. Still hard and hot. The right touch of aggressiveness and prudence... Jesse bit down hard on her breast, making her scream. He didn't shut her up that time, but stood up, looked at her with a half smile that set her body on fire, and made her pay attention to her request by grabbing her by the neck. "You have three seconds to cum." Three…” He put three fingers to his lips. Two…” He hid the ring finger. The world went on hold as Lea wrapped her ankles crossed
Would Went think of him as Lea did of her father? Didn't he hold a grudge against her because he knew he didn't realize his feelings for Victoria, and he didn't confess them to her because he was convinced that, even knowing it, he would go ahead with her? Would he have gone ahead if he had known? Was he as "neglectful," as selfish and blind to the wishes of others as that absent father? He dared to voice his doubts out loud. “How many questions do you think people stop asking for fear of the answer? "I don't know how many, but I know which ones: the important ones." “Fear is fine as an excuse. It means there is a lot to lose. I didn't tell my father because I was afraid that he would lose me. If after confessing what was happening to me he had ignored my situation, I would not have been able to forgive him. Jesse nodded, lost in thought. Wentworth was still the chief of them all. "Maybe your father knew, somehow," he began, st
"You've gone to the laundry for me and you take care of my nephew as if you were his aunt, we're practically married," he resolved quietly, in an amused tone. He let go of her hair and traced his caress down her stomach until he twirled the hem of her shirt between his fingers. He pulled it up high enough to expose her navel and the edge of her panties, which peeked out over her slightly lowered pants. All Lea could do was push the laptop away and let him slip his hand under it. He had no trouble getting where he wanted when she consciously spread her legs. “And that? "No…I think not." Although there should be no sex if it is not to conceive. "Of course we're going to conceive." We will conceive many orgasms. Will the Church forgive me? "We shouldn't like it, it should be a mechanical act." Leah broke off panting. Taking off her pants and panties while sitting down was difficult, but she managed it after doing a ridiculous dance agains
"You look so weird," Jesse pointed out, without lifting her head from the desk. He was scribbling something on the desk. What's wrong? Lea didn't know what to answer, because in reality she didn't even know. "My father has come to see me. Well, he's been here all week. He's leaving tomorrow after the trial. Jesse looked up, leaving her hand dangling in the air. And that makes you feel... “… different? she completed, not very sure. We go for streaks. Sometimes we're better, sometimes we're worse… I don't know what's wrong with me, but it'll go away. "Mamba…" He smiled to himself, as if he didn't know where to begin to tell her that it was wrong. That is the last thing you have to think about: that it will pass. Is not true. The possibility that this discomfort will disappear without treating it is very small. The last time I believed that story, I spent years suffering from the same thing. "'Same thing,'" she repeated ti