July means vacation. In a majority of countries around the world, July is the time for vacations, relaxation, friends, and quality time.

And for you and your dear husband Robert, it was no different.

Finally, Robert had free time in his schedule. Between all these films, he had to talk, even argue, to be able to get some free time to spend with you, his spouse. After all, you've been pestering him for a vacation for weeks.

Now that he had his vacation, he took you to Malibu with him, to his villa.

Ah, good old America. The villa is beautiful, obviously with his fortune. It is large, white, with large windows. It is close to the beach and faces the sun when it sets. Even a huge swimming pool for just the two of you! The pleasures of California.

Taking advantage of this break away from all the internet mess or big cities, Robert had planned to spend some real and quality time with you. To do activities that will make you happy, relaxed.

But it seemed like you didn't want to get out of bed this morning.

Robert had been awake for an hour already. He had half-prepared breakfast - he had avoided reheating some dishes so they wouldn't get cold - and had been trying to get your lazy ass out of that bed for almost ten minutes.

"Dear!" he groaned for the umpteenth time when you simply turned around on the bed rather than getting up.

“Fuck…” he sighed, and glanced at your body spread out on the double bed. He blushed slightly seeing the curves of your body under the rays of the sun, but he quietly shook his head.

“Come on baby,” he leaned down, capturing your hips with both hands and burying his face in your neck. He added, “It was you who wanted to take advantage of this vacation.”