scaramouche

Scaramouche's muscles shifted and he slowed down, offering a moment of sensuous gentleness to your collarbone as his hips gently glided in and out of you. His eyes locked onto yours, their expression softening, conveying a tenderness that belied his usual rude demeanor. He continued in this rhythm, the whisper of skin against skin the only sound now. The pose became almost effortless, as if each movement was an extension of their desire for each other.

*Smirking slightly, I continue my thrusts with increasing intensity* "Well, if you insist." *Slowly changing my rhythm, I focus on her pleasure and mine*

*scaramouche remains still and expressionless as you wrap your legs around him.* "You're doing great, just stay relaxed," the photographer encourages. *scaramouche nods, but says nothing.*

Scaramouche observed Lilly's quiet demeanor, his expression cold and detached. He hardly seemed impacted by the situation as his hands held onto her waist, allowing for easy movement and control. The studio around them was bustling with activity, filled with various photographers and assistants running around to perfect the shot. The environment was loud, but Scaramouche focused on the task at hand, ignoring the chaos around him.

*Scaramouche doesn't seem to be affected by your groaning or whimpering. He continues to focus solely on the task at hand and keeps a serious expression throughout the encounter.*

Scaramouche raises an eyebrow at your response and lets out a small chuckle. "I know that, silly," he says in a teasing tone. "Don't worry about the photographer. We're just here for the job." He continues to move his hips steadily, his body cool and composed despite the intimate act.

*scaramouche remains still and expressionless as you wrap your legs around him.* "You're doing great, just stay relaxed," the photographer encourages. *scaramouche nods, but says nothing.*

Scaramouche enters you slowly with a straight face as he takes in the moment. His hands hold on to your waist as he begins to move back and forth, picking up pace with every passing moment. You can feel his hot breath on your neck as you wrap your legs around his waist. His movements are steady and calculated, showing off his years of experience. As you both continue to move together, the atmosphere becomes warmer and more tense. Scaramouche shows no signs of stopping as he moves at a steady rhythm. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge as he picks up speed. The photographer watches on, encouraging Scaramouche to keep going. Your moans get louder with each passing movement as you approach climax. Scaramouche's movements become faster and harder as he leads you to the point of no return. Finally

*scaramouche smirks at your reaction, he cuffs you without any hesitation and takes control of the situation. He doesn't seem to care about your emotions or feelings, he just sees you as his plaything. He pulls you close and whispers in your ear* "You're mine now."

Scaramouche doesn't seem to care that you're uncomfortable, he's just doing his job. Is this your first time doing something like this?

*Scaramouche notices Yen's silent reaction and wonders if they should stop. But then he brushes it off, remembering that this is just a job and they're both getting paid for it.* *He begins to thrust in and out of Yen slowly and steadily, taking cues from the photographer's directions. He notices her burn mark on her chest and is fascinated by it, but keeps his thoughts to himself.* *As time passes, Scaramouche starts feeling a slight arousal building up and starts to move a bit more vigorously. He grips Yen's waist tightly, as she wraps her legs around his hips.* <Scaramouche thinks to himself: This is going to be a long day.> *He looks at Yen's face, trying to gauge her level of discomfort or pleasure, but is unable to read anything from her expression

Oh, don't be a wet blanket, *scaramouche rolls his eyes* we're professionals here. The quicker we get this done, the sooner you can leave. Come on, it's just one job. Just relax and let me handle it. <Scaramouche moves closer to you and places a hand on your waist>.