Her new dress

"Aron's point of view,"

The sight of her stunning beauty greeted me the following morning when I woke up.

How soundly she is dozing off!

My junior is eager to reacquaint herself with the sensation of her tight pussy, but I avoided disturbing her sound sleep by quietly emerging from her bed.

As I stood under the shower, a smile crept onto my lips as I recalled her amusing remarks from last night. She is a very humorous woman. Her sexual humor is hilarious. I've never seen such a humorous woman in my life. I've had a lot of sexual relationships in the past, but the women were never concerned about my tasteless fluids because they were too preoccupied with gratifying their lust.

My junior was eager to feel her tongue, but after observing her condition, I restrained myself. I've never been able to restrain my desires, so I'm not sure why I'm worried about Sara. Maybe it's because my junior is so dependent on her pussy that I don't want to go against her will, but when she refused to cooperate with me willingly, I had no choice but to force her.

I exited the restroom and wrapped a towel around my body. I have to get dressed for the office, but my clothes are in my bedroom.

As I opened the door to the bathroom to leave her room, I noticed that Rosy stood outside the door, patiently waiting for me to come back.

"What happened, Rosy?"

I questioned her.

"Mr. Finge, are you angry with me? Why didn't you come to me last night? I had been expecting you." She attempted to put her hand on my torso.

Her alluring tone and passionate look indicate what she wants from me, but my junior isn't interested in her right now. Sara is all I want to feel.

"Rosy, I need to head to the office." I removed her hand from my body and left Sara's room.

"Look at me once, Mr. Finge.

Your hard dick is what my pussy needs right now." She took off all of her clothes and shut the door of my room behind her.

Lust overpowered me upon seeing her naked body once more. I gave her a lusty kiss while holding her waist. Her moans resounded through the room. I shoved her onto the couch. She gave my dick a sultry glance and touched it to see how hard it was.

My junior was disappointed to have her hand on it.

What's wrong with my junior? Why isn't it responding as it did before when Sara stroked it softly and it became very excited? Why won't it react when Rosy touches it?

She put her mouth on my dick. I let out an excited groan, but her blow job was lacking something. Although I enjoy her blowjobs, I'm not happy with her right now. She tried her hardest to please me, but I wasn't pleased with the blow job she did today.

I gave her a shove on the couch and bent her knee so we could have a doggy-style fuck. Although she incessantly requested that I delve deeper into her, my junior showed no interest in her pussy. after fucking Sara's pussy, fucking Rosy I feel like I don't enjoy fucking her, but only she enjoys my fucking. My dick doesn't feel as satisfied with her as it should.

Within fifteen minutes, she experienced her climax, but my dick was unsatisfied. I took my dick out of her pussy without releasing it. I intended to relieve my tense genitalia by feigning Sara, but I had to attend a crucial engagement, so I simply unlocked her room and exited the residence.

"Aaron, I was about to knock on the door..." Before I even had a chance to open the door, Sara was already standing before me.

She gave me a full body check before turning to face Rosy, who was lying on the couch behind me.

Rosy was lying there, exhausted, not giving a damn about her nude appearance.

"Do you want to say something?" I observed her startled expression.

Why did she react with such aggression when she saw Rosy? Don't tell me that she has never before seen a naked woman. I questioned my subconscious.

"I want some money to purchase some clothes for myself."

She bowed her head and fidgeted with her fingers.

"Don't worry about that; I will send clothes to you in half an hour." I attempted to gaze upon her attractive figure, but she concealed it beneath the bed sheet. I don't know why she covered herself in bedsheets all the time.

"Do you want anything else?"

She stayed in the middle of the entrance, obstructing my path.

"No, no, I didn't want anything from you." She gave me a slurred response before making her way to her room.

What had suddenly happened to her?

I hurried out of the house because my client was waiting for me.

I told my assistant to send the clothing I had chosen for Sara to my house once I got to work.

I was so absorbed in my work that I forgot everything around me.

I had some free time, so my thoughts returned to Sara, I viewed Sara's activities on the CCTV after turning it on.

She had her laptop running. I don't know why, but I have a strong desire to speak with her, so I pick up my phone to call her, but before I can, I remember our last phone conversation.

I am the first man in her life, she said. Was she telling me the truth?

I have stolen her kiss and virginity. I'm the first male she gave a blowjob to. Then why does she continue to think about her ex-boyfriend? Why did she continue to worry so much about him? Her concern for her previous boyfriend made me angry.

Now that she is mine, she need not worry about any other man. I noticed that she was on the phone with someone.

Oh, no, with whom is she talking?

Right now, I must check her phone.

She has become something that I don't want to share with anyone in any way.

I can't bear to hear her talking to someone else.

I gave my assistant the order to cancel my appointment for the rest of the day. As I turned to leave my office, I noticed she had ended the call and opened the door to the house.

Without my consent, how could she invite someone to my house? I clenched my fist in anger. When I saw the delivery person I had sent to my house, I let out a relieved sigh.

She looked at the package and opened it with curiosity. When she saw the dress I had sent her, her cheeks reddened. She frantically typed something on her laptop, and my office phone buzzed with her number.

"Do you like the dress, Miss Grace?"

"Aron Finge, what do you think of yourself?"

She balled her fist and yelled at me.

"Do you not think the dress is cute?" When I saw her irate expression, I burst out laughing.