EACH breath I took felt heavy. My heart was pounding loudly against my chest. I could feel the cold breeze brought by the air conditioning which was the only source of sound in Fino's entire unit.

I could only swallow hard as I began to touch my femininity. And there, it felt as though I got burnt by the heat it brought. I started biting my lip in embarrassment as I gradually inserted my index finger.

I made sure not to look at the camera to avoid further embarrassment. I also forced myself not to pay attention to Fino's irritating face. He had this annoying grin plastered on his face now and my hands were inching to slap those off of him.

I still felt shame as I continued moving my finger in and out. This was different from how it usually felt. I wasn't enjoying this. I was nervous. I wasn't getting aroused.

Several minutes passed, but nothing was coming out. I couldn't even manage a moan. I couldn't even feel any warmth building up. I felt like an idiot here. Playing myself with no sensation of arousal.

That's why I stopped voluntarily.

"I-I really can't handle this..." I squeezed my thighs together while covering my chest.

"As expected," Fino began. "You are uncomfortable and bothered at the same time. Want me to help you relax?" He bobbed his eyebrows, and I knew I wouldn't like what he was thinking.

I just looked away. When he sat beside me, I wrapped my naked body even tighter.

"What is your body count, by the way?"

I frowned at him. "Body count?" I scooted away from his perverted gaze on my chest.

"The number of guys you've been with—"

"Asshole. What do you think I am, a slut?" My brow furrowed even more.

"It's not what I mean, what the hell?" He chuckled. I responded with an annoyed eye-roll. "So, what is it then? What is your body count?"

"Well, of course, it's just one!" I couldn't help but raise my voice. "Enrique has been my only boyfriend since high school."

He winced. "Oh right, you've been with that guy for a long time." He licked his upper lip.

For a moment, we were filled with silence. I continued covering my private parts. But my surprise was undeniable when Fino's warm palm suddenly landed on my thighs.

"Do you still want to continue this?"

I pushed his hand away and gave him an irritated look. "Do I even have a choice?"

"Good girl," he said, accompanied by a smug grin.

And suddenly, I wasn't prepared when he leaned in closer to me. Unexpectedly, our lips met. At first, I resisted. But as all my problems flooded my mind, I couldn't do anything but respond to his kiss. To surrender to the sudden warmth he brought to my system.

"Just cooperate, and this will be over quickly," he said between his forceful kisses. "Alright?"

I could feel his caresses becoming more intense. Until his palm found its way to my breasts. There, I winced as he groped me roughly.

I suddenly held his hands to make him stop. His hands were still resting on my chest as my conscience slowly trickled into my heart and mind.

Is this still right?

It seems I can't stomach this anymore...

"Don't worry, Lara..." Fino whispered in my ear again, causing me to catch my breath. He followed this with another squeeze to my bosom, saying, “I am just doing this for you. We're not having sex; I'm just helping you to finger yourself properly.”

Here, I once again felt that unfamiliar warmth generated by his broad hands. I found myself correcting the wrongs—seeing reasons why I should allow this man to continue his pleasurable activities with me.

Whatever... Nothing is going to happen between us, and also... uh... and also, for me to finally finish this video.

"I am loving your tits," his hot breath was palpable.

I simply closed my eyes as his lips trailed to my neck. I knew I shouldn't be feeling any arousal, but there was something distinct about Fino's forceful touch. It was different from what Enrique usually does to me. It's making me burn with desire. It's making me crave for more.

I could only feel pleasure when he started playing with the tip of my breasts. He expertly rubbed that area. He occasionally circled it and squeezed it with his thumb and index finger.

I couldn’t do anything but arch my back as his mouth covered my breasts. I could feel his warm tongue, causing my eyes to close involuntarily.

Why... Why is this different? Why does it feel so different from how Enrique does it?

Shit...

Why... Why does Fino's touch feel better?

It was only then that I realized I was holding my breath. I let out a stifled moan as I felt his hand travel from my chest down to my waist. It's like he was deliberately… His hand's pace slowed down as he moved towards my most sensitive area.

"Come on..." I playfully complained under my breath.

"Why?" His mischievous question, followed by a nip at my breasts, caused me to involuntarily moan. And he really seemed to be up to something when he suddenly brushed his finger against my womanhood.

"Ohh... uhm..." I tried to suppress my moans. But I couldn't. I really couldn't.

I looked upwards in ecstasy as Fino unexpectedly slid his middle finger inside me. I don't know what kind of power he possessed to immediately locate my g-spot. I lost all sense of control due to pleasure. I even pulled at his hair while he continued to alternate between sucking and flicking his tongue over my breasts.

"Now, you're getting wet," he said before abruptly stopping his actions. At that point, I almost wanted to protest. I really felt like slapping him senselessly.

But I was caught off guard when he knelt in front of me. Suddenly, he forcefully spread my thighs apart. And everything changed when his lips met my womanhood. I let out a loud moan. The warmth of his tongue made me arch my back and instinctively bite my lip while tilting my head back.

"Shit... Uhh... Ohh—" I covered my mouth in shock.

"You're so fucking good." The way he expertly used his tongue on me made me writhe with pleasure, arching my back even more.

As his tongue moved in and out of me, I lost myself completely in pleasure. All I could manage were moans. I found myself pulling at him repeatedly, and instead of feeling pain, it seemed to encourage him even more.

He's so different from Enrique.

So different indeed.

What he's doing feels so much better. The pleasure makes me feel guilty for almost forgetting about Enrique. I know I'm such a jerk. I know I'm being foolish. But Fino's tongue has a way of pushing me into betraying my boyfriend.

"Uhh! F*ck, Fino! Shit—uhm!" I moaned as he aggressively fondled my breasts while his tongue moved rapidly inside me.

In just a few minutes, as he intensified the movement of his tongue, I reached my peak. My eyes rolled back as my essence flowed freely into Fino's mouth, and he eagerly sucked it in, making me moan even louder.

Catching my breath, I watched him lick up every drop I released, as if he was cleansing it with his mouth.

"Your juice tastes like nectar." He chuckled lightly, causing me to avert my gaze. He’s loose in the head.

I was surprised when he pulled something from his pocket. A handkerchief. He wiped it against my womanhood. Afterward, he stood in front of me. I couldn't help but swallow hard when I saw his hardness outlined in his jogger pants.

"So, are you ready to film again? In the mood now?"

Instead of focusing on what he said, I found myself considering the idea that he wouldn't touch me. Was it true? I didn't expect that this jerk would still have some respect for women, despite how clearly I saw his eagerness from what he did to me earlier.

"Hey, don't look at my crotch or else, I'll fuck you." He burst into laughter before playfully covering himself. I blushed suddenly.

"You're shameless." I rolled my eyes.

"So, what now? Are you ready again?"

I took a deep breath. I swallowed hard again before nodding my head. And that's how it all began. I managed to shoot my first video, which Fino uploaded later that evening after dropping me off at home.