Therapeutic CHAPTER 40

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  Chapter 40 Lydia POV "Get on the desk and spread your legs," she demands in a tone that leaves no room for questions. But I don't move from my knees. I still have her cock in my mouth. I feel energized, like I could suck her off again. But no way in hell am I letting her eat me out. She looks so eager, though. I didn't get to shower. I obviously smell like sweat down there. I don't think I could stand watching her go down on me like this. I grasp her cock firmly. "I want to suck you off again." She glared at me. I groan, rising to my feet. "I smell like sweat and pee," I complain. "At least let me—" "Get on the desk, Lydia. On all fours. Make sure you turn around; you know I like to eat you from behind." "And all those times I take a shower... just let me use the bathroom—" "Desk," she growls, like some primal caveman. I roll my eyes but nonetheless shimmy out of my jeans and panties...
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The Older Sister Season 1, Episode 3

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Season 1, Episode 3

Elena POV


"So, without bringing this to Carlton's attention, why do you live with us? You're a gangster with millions of mansions." 

"Do you really hate me that much, Mami?" I scoffed, ready to tell a lie, but I stopped as I felt her body hot behind me. I turned around and found myself in her arms. 

She's been becoming pretty close to me lately, which I despise. Her fingers swirled a strand of my hair around. I could see curls forming on the strand after she let it go. "I think having curly hair makes you look even more beautiful."

"How corny." I mumbled. I shoved past her to grab the towel from the chair and throw it on her bed. Carlton suggested I prepare the guest room for her because she was having back difficulties while sleeping on the couch.

 If it were up to me, she would still be on the sofa with a spinal problem. "But, kitten, to answer your question, I don't want to die." 

That made me laugh. What irony. "But you want to kill."

 "I do, indeed. Anyone who comes up here gets two heads."

"I think they'll be dead after one." I mentioned fluffing her pillows. I came to a halt as I realized what I was doing. I don't want her to become too at ease around here. 

"The first one is just for fun, and the second one is personal." Her husky voice mumbles "One thing I will tell you, Juan," I began by poking her muscular chest. She lifted her hands, a sneer on her defined face—why did I say defined face?

 "If I die because of you, I will come back to haunt you forever." She puts my hand in hers—her palm is so soft. I couldn't imagine missing that detail during the wedding. "I wouldn't mind that face haunting me."

I gave her a strange look as her eyes stared at me seductively. 

My mouth gaped open. Was she attempting to seduce me? Is Carlton's older sister flirting with his sister's wife? "Carlton is so lucky." She bit her lower lip as she spoke. 

I chuckled, yanking my hands away and making my way to the door. "Well, maybe you'll think differently when you see rotten flesh all over you in the middle of the night." I joked


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