Erotic Ginnie

"Sara's point of view,"

"Whose number is this?" I was sleeping soundly until my phone started ringing. I wasn't aware I had slept until the afternoon.

I can't believe I slept until the afternoon. I used to get up early every morning.

Perhaps you slept so late because of the physical torment you endured last night. My body continued to hurt from his intense fucking.

I thought last night that he was a real monster rather than a human.

He was just interested in fucking me so hard; he didn't give a damn about my suffering, my cries, or even my tears. I don't even want to get out of bed or put on clothes.

What purpose did the clothing I was wearing when he tore it to pieces serve? Did it cover my body?

However, where is he now?

I turned around to search for him.

Thank God he is not around; I can at least breathe freely in his absence.

However, where is he now?

Last night, he showed me no mercy; therefore, I have no reason to be concerned with him. I was getting angrier the more I