Therapeutic CHAPTER 40

  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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