"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
"Are we going to do a drill now?" Caleb asked, frowning. Did you fuck up my sleep for this? “We are not going to do a drill, we are going to do the best drill. Have you heard anything about the Cherry's case? Caleb stopped grumbling at the name. Everyone generally paid attention: it was something of indisputable importance. The trial is held tomorrow, and Galilea wants to practice it once before going on the stand. I know it was a little cruel of me to call you at this hour, but we've all been in their place. Panic attacks, last”minute nerves, the condescending tone of our mind telling us that we should keep working... And we would have liked someone, a while after the doors opened, to show us that we were more than prepared. Congratulations: you are the fairy godmother. “Another title to add to your list of virtues,” Caleb told Marc. The blond held back a laugh. "Are you having a complex about something, Moore?" Anyone would say that you want to help
“You do not talk to me. You told Antonio your real name before you told me. To me! Your roommate for years! The one that has been letting you live here for free your whole life! "It's not my fault you thought my real name is Shanghai." And he shrugged. He went on talking with puffed”out cheeks as he chewed. Also, you are not ten kilos of muscle nor do you have the face of Carlos Rivera. you fuck. “Not that you were going to throw it away. "Do you know she's bisexual?" “That does not make a vicious person capable of cuckolding her husband. "Of course not, but at least there's a remote chance that…" "You're twenty years older." "Like all worthwhile men." Leah snorted. "I'll save this for you," she warned, throwing her bag over her shoulder. "Can you save the cereal too?" I do not want more. Lea snorted and obeyed just to leave him ordered. At the last moment, she decided to reach into the box, pull
"Jesse!" Caleb yelled, lunging at him. Wentworth took the opportunity to take the gun from Marc's hands and Marc frowned in all directions. “Do you see what Pam was like? "Well, I heard bang," Jesse stammered, taking a look at his blood”soaked shirt. What the hell...? Did you spill the red on me, Cal? "Oh my God, oh my God, he's bleeding so bad, he's… It's… God… What…" Caleb gasped, touching his wound and trying to sit him up. An ambulance… a… Damn it has… I think… Wentworth… "Calm down, I'm already calling," said the aforementioned, taking a deep breath. Don't move it or more blood will come out, leave it there until they come. And try to stay calm. “What happened? Marc asked, unable to open his eyes. Why is Jesse on the ground? Has he fallen asleep? Caleb yelled something and began to hyperventilate very close to him, as if he had had a panic attack. "C”calm down, Cal, don't be like that, Mio doesn't really want to ma
"You're medicated and too weak to walk around on your feet." Come on, I'll fill the tub and put little bubbles in it. Jesse looked at her suspiciously. "And do you use bath salts, too?" “If you want and have, yes. "Smell of lavender?" “Yes. "And then you're going to put body lotion on me?" he asked, exaggerating a romantic blink. Leah snorted. “They came to tell me three months ago that I will be perfuming my boss and I don't believe it. "Nobody said anything about perfume, but if you want…" She put a hand to her neck femininely. I like to put myself right here... "Shut up and get in the shower, come on." You haven't washed for five days, it's about time you did something about it. And stop giving me that dog face, you're not going to be able to shower alone when you can't even vocalize. "How not?" Attentive to my lips: mi”ma”mama”me”mi”ma. "Get”get”get”in”the”shower." In the end