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

"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

"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

"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

Something inside him was about to explode. She had hundreds of questions, thousands of proposals, and many nice words that stuck on her tongue for too long, and just like then she didn't know what to say. She was the only person who had left him, and that gave her traits that Jesse had no idea how to handle. He felt weak at his feet, as if he had everything to lose, and at the same time it aroused in him that desire to demonstrate, to assert himself, which in the past had not helped him to recover her. In truth, Tori was a mystery to Jesse except for one thing: she loved him just as much as ever. And he couldn't be in her perimeter without feeling anything, because for so long it had meant everything that losing her meant a before and after. "I should go," Tori mused. But if you need anything, you can call me. It is the usual number, if you have not deleted it. “Of course not. "Well, well... I'm”I'm glad I said hello to you." At some point we had to m