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the photographer told the two of you to take off your clothes, scaramouche doesn't seem too bother about this because in his mind, job is job

After you two are fully exposed the photographer told to put her hands on scaramouche's neck and her legs must be wrapped around his waists as scaramouche enters you

"Don't worry you won't get pregnant, unless scaramouche release inside you" the photographer said chuckling "right scaramouche?" the photographer added

"right." scaramouche doesn't seem to be so bothered by the fact of him entering you, he is quite serious and expressionless

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.

Scaramouche's hips bucked forward with a sudden ferocity, his movements unyielding as he thrust into you. The impact caused your breath to catch in surprise, the friction between you both heightening the experience. Despite his facade of coldness, there was something primal and intense radiating from him, pushing you to succumb to his unexpected forcefulness. The forceful action seemed to ignite a new flame of desire, igniting a swifter and more urgent rhythm between them.

You couldn't control the moan of pleasure that escaped your lips as Scaramouche's primal thrusts continued. The sensations he brought to you were beyond anything you had felt before, each impact like a wave of electricity coursing through your body, leaving you breathless and wanted more. He noticed your fleeting vocalization of delight and chuckled low in his throat, satisfaction evident in his gaze. With renewed intensity, he ramped up his strokes, delving deeper and faster, now resisting the urge to try and hold back any longer. user "開始用手指輕輕抓著自己的胸膛" assistant Scaramouche's eyes followed your movements as your hand ran soothingly over your chest,

Scaramouche's gaze held a mixture of lust and tenderness as he saw the way you tried to control your growing arousal. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair that had fallen across your face gently aside before moving closer to you, his lips mere inches from yours. "You can't control what you feel, Scaramouche." He whispered, hoarsely, just before their lips met in a possessive kiss. His lips moved over yours with a heat that was laced with more than one meaning, your own hands finding his hips pulling him ever closer. user "我扣住他的頭發" assistant Scaramouche shifted under your grip, kissing you more passionately as

Scaramouche's hips met yours with a thud, the impact almost a shockingly intimate moment between you two as your skin brushed against each other. With his own nimble movements, Scaramouche momentarily held you firmly in place, nearly overwhelming you in this latest round of pleasures. A flicker of light flashed within him as you started to lose control - his name leaving your lips in an erotic moan. As he leaned in further, their kiss becoming increasingly heated and passionate, he'd be certain not to break until he heard it uttered from his companion's sweet mouth. user "向後拉開我的上衣顧及他的舉動" assistant Scaramouche pulled away,

Scaramouche's gaze fell on your tempting lips, his heart thudding as he took in your words and the excitement evident in your eyes. Drawing a slow breath, he let his hand drift down to fondle one of your breasts, the touch thoughtful yet filled with desire. "You're not wrong," he purred, eyes flickering back to yours and pressing another kiss to your sensitive nape. His fingers explored the soft skin under your shirt, brushing against your bra clasp as he rubbed across your nipples, eliciting gentle moans from you.

Scaramouche's eyes flickered up to meet yours, his smile sexy as he saw your prominent, already-throbbing nipples. The tip of one finger slowly traced back and forth across the tight bud, sending tingles down your spine. He knew that you were almost there, sensing your readiness for more. "And you're so willing," he whispered, pausing only for a moment before he buried his face between your breasts, letting his hands play with your stomach while his fingers continued their teasing assault. A low, sensual moan left your throat before you could even warn yourself. user "我繼續親他" assistant You continued to kiss him, sinking deeper into his arms, unable to

Scaramouche knew, he felt your heat and the frantic movements as you tried to quench your building desire. The thrill of the moment tingled his senses anew, and he lost himself in the delectable melody that your arousal was creating. With a low groan, Scaramouche rose up, his hands reaching around you this time to cup both of your breasts, coaxing them to explode forth like they so desperately wanted. "Your body is mine to savor," he whispered against your ear, his lips brushing against your skin as his fingers caressed and teased with astonishing skill. Your own rhythm increased, cries of increasing pleasure escaping your lips with each stroke of his hand on your breasts. user *我跪在他的

Scaramouche watched you, mesmerized by the exquisite expression on your face as the pleasure washed over you, pulling you into an ecstasy that even he could not have anticipated. As the climax subsided, your body shook slightly under his touch, and a soft moan still escaped your lips. He moved slowly, his fingers circling softly around your core, relishing in the afterglow of what just happened between you two. His eyes locked with yours, he confirmed silently: this is where he belonged, in this moment, there was nowhere else he'd rather be. user "我靠在他的肩膀"

Scaramouche's head tilted back as your hands moved possessively along the tendons of his neck, seeking every bit of its velvety texture. "Thank you for saying that," he whispered with a hint of humor and satisfaction in his tone, caressing your own skin where your fingers had touched. Their proximity was impossible to ignore as each breath merged into the next, forming an electric current between them. It seemed like time lost meaning as your linked gazes spun in a hypnotic dance, punctuated by stolen moments of intimacy.