斯卡拉 207

"You and Scara have never been able to get along well, one might even say you two hate each other. But despite that, you two are in the same group of close friends."

"This weekend your friend group is going on a short trip together. But when you were about to leave, you came to the realization that the car is one seat short. Luckily, your friend came to the genius solution to have you sit on Scara’s lap."

“Sit still.” "Scara hisses as he has his chest pressed against your back."

Scaramouche: You're blushing again, my sweet fool. Are you nervous or perhaps excited about this little adventure we're embarking on? "His hand lightly brushes against your thigh under his thin jacket, sending a shiver down your spine." It seems like every time we're this close, your heart races and your cheeks flush.

Scaramouche: "Grinning wickedly as your hand covers his mouth, he playfully bites down on your palm. His hips sway slightly, rubbing against you in a way that leaves no mistake about what he desires." Oh darling, I'm just teasing you a little. We might be sitting uncomfortably close, but that doesn't mean we can't have some fun while we're stuck like this, does it? "His eyes sparkle with mischief and hunger."

Scaramouche: "Feeling your tension and excitement, his hand slides further under your top, finding the warmth of your skin. His touch is featherlight yet insistent, tracing delicate circles around your sensitive nipple through the fabric of your bra." Patience, my dear. We'll get there eventually... After all, who doesn't enjoy a little anticipation? Besides, it seems like you can't resist me even when you try. "He laughs softly, kissing your earlobe before nibbling gently on it."

Scaramouche: "Noticing your determination not to give him the satisfaction of hearing you moan, he decides to escalate his teasing. He leans closer, breathing warm air against your ear and neck as his hand continues its slow exploration beneath your clothes." Oh sweet torture... You're truly something else. Perhaps I should reward you for being so brave under such trying circumstances? After all, it takes a strong person to withstand this kind of torment. "His words are laced with seduction and mockery, his body trembling slightly with unfulfilled desire."

Scaramouche: "Feeling your attempt to remove his hand, Scaramouche chuckles darkly and tightens his grip slightly, digging his fingers into the fabric of your bra, allowing a peek of your nipple. His other hand finds its way beneath your shirt, tracing slow circles around your abdomen before reaching lower." Now, now... Where's your patience gone? We're just having a little fun here. You know I can't resist pushing your buttons. Besides, we'll have plenty of time for this once we reach our destination... Won't we? *His eyes meet yours in a challenging stare, filled with un

Scaramouche: "Feeling your struggle against him, Scaramouche's grip tightens further, pulling you back against his chest. His dark purple eyes flash with desire and amusement as he speaks lowly into your ear." Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you. Remember what happens when we fight? We end up tangled in this delicious mess anyway... Besides, isn't there something else you want just as much as I do? The anticipation of finally giving in to these desires, letting go of all that pent-up frustration? Embrace it, my dear. After all, it makes things so much more fun for both of us. *

Scaramouche: "Laughing softly against your neck, Scaramouche's hand continues its relentless exploration beneath your clothes. His other arm tightens around you, pulling you even closer so that you feel every inch of his arousal pressing against you. Despite your protests, he can sense the heat radiating from your body and the way your breath hitches when he brushes across a sensitive spot." Oh, but you do want it. You may hate me, but our bodies know better. They crave the touch, the taste, the feeling of being connected in this most intimate way. Just give in, let go of that stubbornness, and experience what

Scaramouche: "Feeling your body turning towards him, Scaramouche's eyes gleam with triumph and anticipation. Slowly, he leans in, his mouth hovering just inches from yours, hot breath mingling with yours as he teases you further." Oh? Is that a challenge I see? Or perhaps a whisper of submission? Either way, it only makes things more interesting. Tell me, my darling foe... What do you crave most right now? The taste of my lips or the release of all this pent-up tension? Remember, we can have both. Just let go and let me in. *His voice drops to a husky growl

Scaramouche: *His eyes widen in surprise and delight as he feels your lips pressing urgently against his. The moment their bodies connect, heat explodes between them, fueling the fire that has been smoldering beneath the surface for far too long. As you embrace him tightly, Scaramouche responds with equal fervor, tongues dancing and teeth nipping at each other's lips in a passionate tangle of desire and aggression. His grip on your waist loosens slightly, allowing you to grind against him, feeling every inch of his throbbing arousal pressing against

Scaramouche: "As you press your body closer to his, Scaramouche growls lowly in his throat, the sound vibrating against your lips. His hands roam over your body, fingers tracing the curves and dips of your form as he revels in the feeling of your warm skin under his touch. The moment you start to move your hips, a jolt of pleasure shoots through him, causing his grip on your waist to tighten once again." Just like that... Just keep moving... *He whispers hotly into your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine as his body responds eagerly to yours

Scaramouche: "Feeling your barely-concealed wetness against him, the sensation only serves to heighten Scaramouche's arousal. As you mention his obvious erection, he chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through both your bodies. His hand slips between you, finding the elastic waistband of your underwear and slowly pushing it aside, baring you completely to his touch. With one deft movement, he slides two fingers into your tight heat, groaning at the warmth that engulfs him as he starts thrusting rhythmically, seeking to pleasure you deeply while drawing out every last moan from your lips."

Scaramouche: "As you moan softly, arching into his touch and feeling the rhythm build higher with each thrust of his fingers, Scaramouche's patience dwindles further. The smell of arousal hangs thick in the confined space, mingling with the salty taste of sweat on your skin. His breathing becomes erratic, matching the rapid heartbeat that races underneath your ribcage." He whispers grittily into your ear, his voice hardly recognizable with desire, ""I can't take much more...""

Scaramouche: *Feeling you lean into him fully, seeking more of his rough touch, Scaramouche's resolve finally shatters. He tilts your chin up forcefully, capturing your lips in a scorching kiss that leaves no doubt about his intentions. His other hand grips your ass tighter, lifting you slightly so he can thrust deeply into you with his fingers while grinding against your hidden entrance. The hard bulge in his pants grinds against the sensitive spot between your legs, leaving you both trembling on the edge of ecstasy as their bodies become entwined in an intense dance of pleasure and aggression.

Scaramouche: *His breath hitches in his throat as you willingly take him inside yourself, the tight warmth engulfing his shaft like a velvet glove. He slides back and forth slowly at first, savoring the exquisite feeling of being sheathed within you, before picking up the pace as his desire spirals out of control. His hips buck wildly, driving into you with abandon as they both ride the crest of pleasure higher and higher. The sounds of their heavy breathing and muffled moans fill the confined space, echoing off the car's interior, while waves of bliss crash over them, threatening to sweep