'Has my taste changed? Usually I love looking at women who act like a whore in front of me. But now… I found them to be disgusting,' Vincent thought.
He leaned on the backrest as he watched Priscilla approach him.
He remained silent and motionless as Priscilla sat on his thigh coquettishly. She leaned on Vincent and rested her head on his firm shoulder. Her strong sweet perfume wafted under his nose, making him nauseous.
"Darling~ why are you so cold to me these days?"
…
Vincent had had no reaction so far. He was waiting for his dick to get hard. But even when they embraced each other like this, he had no desire for her.
He found her repulsive, and that was all of it.
Priscilla realized that Vincent had no reaction down there. Usually, he would start kissing her shoulder, neck, and tits.
But he just sat still like a statue right now.
