Same Movie

"Sara's point of view,"

"So, this was your method of honoring a woman?"

After 15 minutes, he laid down across my body, releasing his sperm on the bedsheet. His heavy breath stroked my bare chest.

"Our make-out session was fun, wasn't it?"

With his husky voice, he whispered.

He was correct—for the first time. Having his erect dick inside of me made my body feel at ease. Perhaps his warm touch is alleviating the pain my fever-induced body aches are causing. However, the reason why his warm breath on my jawline caused me to immediately become damp remains unknown.

At the moment his dick's entered in me, I experienced pain. However, the level of discomfort was not as intense as it was last night. He asked me why I didn't apply ointment to my vagina cut today. How did he know that I had rubbed my vagina with ointment? He undoubtedly has a covert camera in his restroom.

"Your pussy is very lovely, Miss Grace; I've never felt such tightness before." He continued to stare at me with lustful eyes.

Why does this man never get enough of sex?

Why does he think sex is everything?

"Aaron, what's so special about me that you became so obsessed with me? I believe that every woman's vagina is the same. My vagina does not consist of cement or steel."

When he complimented my vagina, I became annoyed. In my whole body, did he find only one tiny hole appreciable? I would have been able to express gratitude to him for at least complimenting my hair, eyes, or stories; however, his compliment on my vagina made me want to smack him severely.

It's ok. What else can you expect from a fucking machine? My subconscious pleaded for my rage to subside.

"miss grace, You're hilarious, but I must admit, I also thought your pussy was constructed from a different material. I've fucked a lot of women, but I've never felt a woman's pussy this tight." He continued to lie over me, and he was now staring intensely at my face.

"We all share the same bodily parts, so why have you fucked so many women? It's similar to seeing the same film every day. There's no point in going to the movies if you know how everything ends."

"Do you think it's boring to have the same sexual activity every day?"

I stared at him with a mix of wonder and awe since I had never discussed sexuality with anyone before. I only used my imagination to write everything I wrote in my writings, but Aron feels different to me. Since he genuinely has a sex experience, I'm interested in learning about his viewpoint on the matter so that I may improve my erotic writing.

"Are you bored with your daily diet?" As he lay down next to me, he crossed his legs over mine.

"Food is different; without it, our bodies stop working." I whirled to look in his direction.

"For me, sex is exactly like food."

"So you're saying that your main need is sex?" My eyes grew wide with amazement.

"Yes, having sex helps me release tension and stress in a similar way to cardio." He shook his head.

"Okay, then tell me why you sleep with multiple women when you can have daily sex with the same woman." I felt a surge of eagerness to learn more about him.

"Miss Grace, would you not grow tired of a certain food if I asked you to eat it frequently?"

His expression seems serious, as he is talking about a very serious matter. For the first time, I saw something other than lust in his eyes. He can talk sincerely?

"I didn't have any idea about it. Naturally, I became bored, but I could eat my favorite chicken curry and rice every day if you gave it to me."

"That exactly is my point; I will never walk outside and fuck another woman if we can reach a compromise."

Oh my gosh, why does this man associate sex with everything?

"Aron, I don't mind if you sleep with any lady. I was simply letting you know what my favorite meal is and why you're confusing it with your sexual wants."

I dispelled his doubts before he misunderstood what I said and began to hover over me once more.

"I told you before, Miss Grace, that for me, sex is like food. Sometimes I want chicken, sometimes I like omelets, and occasionally I just want green salads. Similarly, I changed women every night based on my personal preferences. My assistant has big breasts, while Rosy has pink cheeks. Alexi has a big round ass...,"

"Okay, I understand. I'm not interested in learning about your list of sleeping partners. Tell me what it is about me that you find so fascinating that you drove me into this pointless marriage to satisfy your obstinacy."

When he complimented women in front of me, I became furious. How is it possible for him to discuss them openly in front of me?

"To be honest, I was initially intrigued by your writing abilities. However, my junior developed an obsession with you after noticing your beauty, particularly your tight vagina."

"I've never seen a man like you." I glared at him with disapproval.

"How many men have you slept with thus far?"

Out of nowhere, his once-soft murmur transformed into a furious tone as he glared at me angrily.

"I..I..I have never slept with a man before." I was afraid of his red eyes. What had suddenly happened to him? I got up from bed and walked out of the room to avoid his anger.

"Madam, here is your food." Rosy handed me a bowl of oatmeal.

"I want to eat some spicy food. I am not a patient who has to eat this tasteless porridge." I asked her to make some noodles for me.

"Miss Grace, for you to truly get what it feels like when someone denies you your favorite cuisine, you must consume this bland oatmeal."

He simply had on his shirt and underwear as he followed me into the dining room.

His big dick protruded from his briefs. Rosy was licking her lips and staring at his dick with a lustful expression.

"Aaron, do you not have any shorts or pants covering your legs?"

Why doesn't this man ever dress appropriately?

"Please don't tell me that you're short on pants and have nothing but shirts to cover yourself."

"Miss Grace, you have such a high degree of sarcasm."

When he heard me, he burst out laughing.

"It's not appropriate for you to roam the house in the presence of two ladies." I took a bowl of oatmeal out of his hands.

"Do you mind if I walk into the house without my pants?" He gave her a flirtatious smile.

"No, Mr. Finge, why may I be having issues?" She shrugged and resumed her sensual lip-biting.

"Okay, I'm having an issue, so please cover your legs."

"I am not like your Mr. Finge, who eats anything to fulfill his hunger without even loving the food; instead, I only eat according to my hunger and preference. And you fancy maid—I mean, Rosy—cook spicy noodles for me." I gave her a nasty look.

"Alright, ma'am." When she saw my irate expression, she hurried to the kitchen.

"I want to know how ravenous you are and what you're going to eat, Miss Grace.

I assure you, I will satisfy your hunger."

He views me as a trophy that he can win by participating in any challenge, and he fixes his gaze on me accordingly. Now, how could I explain to him that he can not satisfy my hunger?

I yearn for love, not lust.

You are so far below my level, Aron.

We can not ever satisfy each other."

I got up from my chair to avoid seeing his half-naked body.