I am feeling so tired while fixing my hair in front of my mirror. Daryl's in the shower after the whole duration of sex. I feel like we already did various of kinds of positions because of his stamina.
After fixing my hair, I grab on my make up set and at least put color on my face.
Today is another shoot, I don't think I can even properly do my job because I'm really tired.
I can still feel my knees shake from his powerful thrust, and my female area feels so sore, like they're being torn into two.
“Damn him. Damnn him!” I cursed while putting on lipstick.
But then I stopped.
Why am I even cursing him right now where in fact I enjoyed him too? I was so willing last night. I can even recall how sensual and erotic are my moans yesterday.
I sighed and continue putting on some lipstick.
After already fixing my makeup, Daryl went off the bathroom as well. He is wiping his wet hair while looking at me. He's frowning, it's annoying.
“What.”
He walked on me and put his thumb on my lips and slide it from right to the left.
What the fuck!
“WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?!” I asked while looking at my reflection in the mirror. He erased my red lipstick. Damn him!
“Stop putting on some lipstick.” He just said.
I glared at him. “This is my life! Not yours!”
“Ahuh?” He just said and shrugged.
How annoying. Damn him!
I opened my red lipstick again and was about to put it on my lips when I saw him glaring on me from the mirror.
I rolled my eyes and just put it down. I just grabbed my nude lipstick annoyingly.
When he saw that my lips look like nothing's on, he relaxed.
“Don't put red lipsticks from now on. I don't want you to attract men.” He said while putting on his white collar.
Now I wonder where did he get those clothes. Don't tell me he really brought some clothes because he's already expecting to sleep in this place.
“I have a lipstick shoot. You can't just expect me to cancel it.” I said frowning.
I am already fixed. I am wearing a trench coat, and under it is my sweater and pants. We will be going to Japan for that another shoot I have, where cherry blossoms are important.
“Remove after.” He said.
“What's your problems with lipsticks?” I asked irritated.
He looked at me with his dagger eyes. “Nothing, I just don't like them with you.” He said.
“Fuck you.” I told him then walked to the door. I was about to get out when I heard him answer.
“Later.”
I turn my head to look at him. He's smirking and he really even winked at me.
Damn you Daryl, I really want to punch you so bad.
I rolled my eyes and closed the door harshly. My legs hurt, my female part is sore, my body's tired.
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