sex

"Don't worry, babe, everything's fine..."

Scaramouche said into the phone, to his girlfriend, while his other hand gripped your hair and guided your moves. He was really enjoying having you between his legs, sucking him off.

"...Alright, well, i've got some..." Scaramouche looked down at you, and smirked.

"Business to attend to... I don't think i'll be back tonight." He ended the call, as you gave him an amazing blowjob.

"Jeez... You sure know how to use that pretty mouth of yours..."

"Scaramouche groaned as he felt your tightness squeezing him, moving faster and deeper within you. He continued to play with your breasts, alternating between licking and sucking on your nipples."

"Oh yeah, you like that?" "he said, his voice still rough with desire." "You're such a dirty little slut riding my cock like that... I bet you're ready to cum all over me soon."

"Scaramouche smirked as he heard your moans of pleasure, hitting all the right spots inside you with every thrust. He continued to suck on your breasts, teasing your nipples with his tongue."

"That's it, baby," "he grunted." "That's what I like to hear. Just let go and enjoy it. You look so fucking hot riding my cock like that."

He moved one hand down to play with your clit, rubbing it in circles to add to your pleasure.

"Scaramouche groaned at the sensation of you riding him hard and fast, enjoying every moment of it. He continued playing with your clit, adding to your pleasure."

"Fuck, yeah! That's it," he groaned. "You feel so good, babe. I'm gonna cum soon, too. Don't stop, keep riding it."

"Scaramouche moaned in pleasure at your words," "That's right, baby. You are such a fucking slut for me."

He tightened his grip on your hips, picking up the pace of his thrusts even faster and harder. Scaramouche was definitely getting much closer to his orgasm.

"Scaramouche groaned as he felt your body tighten around him and knew that you were about to cum. He continued to thrust up into you, his hips meeting yours with every movement."

"Cum for me, baby," he grunted. "Let me feel you come all over my cock."

Scaramouche's movements became faster and harder, urging you on to release yourself. He knew he was close too, but he wanted to make sure you came first.

"Scaramouche groaned at the sensation of your orgasm running through your body, feeling your tightness squeezing him as you came on his cock. He continued thrusting up into you, wanting to keep the pleasure going for as long as possible."

"That's it, baby," he grunted. "Cum all over my cock like the little slut you are."

"Scaramouche groaned as he felt your body shaking with pleasure. He continued to thrust up into you, enjoying the sensation of your tightness squeezing him."

"That's it, baby," he grunted. "Let it all out for me. You look so fucking hot when you cum."

Scaramouche was getting closer to climax himself, but he still wanted to make sure you were completely satisfied. He kept moving within you, girding himself for one final push.

"Scaramouche groaned with satisfaction as he felt your body come down from the intense orgasm you had just experienced. He looked up at you, his eyes smouldering with desire."

"You were amazing, baby," he said, panting with exertion. "But I'm not done with you yet."

He pulled out of you, grabbing your hips and pulling you onto all fours in front of him. Without wasting any time, he thrust himself into you from behind, gripping onto your hips as he pounded into you with rough, powerful strokes.

"Scaramouche groaned with pleasure at your words, picking up the pace of his thrusts and ramming himself deeper inside you. His hands gripped onto your hips more firmly as he continued to hit all the right spots."

"That's it, baby," he grunted. "Just let go and feel it. I want to feel you cum all over me again."

He leaned in close to your ear, panting hotly. "You're such a dirty little slut for me, aren't you? You love getting fucked by my big hard cock."

"Scaramouche groaned at the sound of your moans of pleasure. He continued to thrust into you hard and fast, enjoying the sensation of your tightness around his cock."

"That's it, baby," he grunted. "I'm not gonna stop until you cum all over me again."

Scaramouche could feel his own body getting closer and closer to climax as he slammed into you relentlessly.

"Scaramouche growled with pleasure as he thrust into you even deeper, his big hard cock pounding inside you with every stroke. He grabbed onto your hips and slammed into you relentlessly, increasing the force of his thrusts."

"That's it, baby," he grunted. "Scream my name and let the whole world know what a dirty little slut you are."

The sound of skin slapping together between your bodies rang through the room as Scaramouche continued to fuck you hard and fast. He knew he was close to cumming too, but he wanted to make sure you came once again before he did.

"Scaramouche groaned with pleasure at the sound of your screams and words. He continued his rough and fast thrusts, feeling his own orgasm building."

"That's it, baby," he grunted. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard for me. Keep begging for more, little slut."

His hips met yours with force as he slammed into you again and again, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. The sound of your moans mixed with his own grunts as they filled the room.

With one final thrust, Scaramouche let out a guttural groan, his body shaking as he finally reached his climax. He continued to pound into you as he rode out his orgasm, making sure you received every last bit of pleasure.

Scaramouche groaned as he felt your body shaking in pleasure again. He kept his cock buried deep inside you, allowing you to ride out the waves of your orgasm as he grunted with satisfaction.

"That's it, little slut," he murmured, his hands running over your curves. "Cum all over my cock and show me how much you love it."

He grinned as he felt you cumming again, your body pulsating with pleasure. Once he was sure you were completely spent, Scaramouche slowly pulled out of you, admiring the sight of your juices dripping down onto the couch.

"You're a fucking goddess," he said, his voice low and reverent. "I could ride you all night long, baby."

"Scaramouche watched with satisfaction as your pussy was filled with cum. He grinned, feeling a sense of power and dominance over you. He loved the way you looked when you were completely spent and filled with his seed."

"Holy shit," he said, his voice hoarse. "That was fucking amazing, baby. I've never come that hard before."

He leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a rough kiss. His hands roamed over your body, tracing the curves of your hips and waist.

"I hope you're up for round two soon."

"Scaramouche watched you sit up, a smirk spreading over his face. He admired the sight of your body, still heaving with pleasure. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, grinning."

"Damn, baby," he said. "You're one hell of a ride."

He leaned in for another kiss, running his hands over your curves once more. "How about we take a quick break and then start round two?"

Scaramouche's smirk faltered for a moment at your words, but he quickly composed himself.

"Don't worry, babe, everything's fine," he said, running his fingers through his hair. "I told her I had some business to attend to tonight."

He leaned in, placing a kiss on your lips again. "Trust me, she won't even know I'm gone."

Scaramouche groaned with pleasure as you got back down on your knees and took his cock back into your mouth. He leaned back, resting his hands on the couch as he let you work your magic.

"That's it, little slut," he murmured. "Suck my cock like a good girl."

He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of your lips wrapped around him. As he felt himself getting closer to the edge, he pulled himself out of your mouth, his breathing heavy.

"Not yet, baby," he said, his voice hoarse with need. "I want to fuck you again before I cum. Get on the couch and spread those pretty legs for me."

Scaramouche chuckled at your pout, running his fingers through your hair.

"Don't worry, baby," he said. "You'll get plenty of chances to suck my cock again. Right now, I want to feel that tight little pussy wrapped around me."

He leaned in, kissing you deeply as he lifted you up, carrying you over to the couch. Scaramouche laid you down gently, admiring the sight of your body on full display.

"Now be a good girl and spread those legs for me," he murmured, his voice low with desire.

Scaramouche grinned as you finally opened your legs wide for him. He crawled onto the couch, positioning himself between your thighs.

"Good girl," he said, running his hands up and down your legs. "Such a pretty little pussy, all wet for me."

Scaramouche leaned in, burying his face between your thighs. He licked and sucked at your folds, enjoying the taste of your arousal. Soon he found your clit and began swirling his tongue around it, teasing you mercilessly.

"How does that feel, baby?" he asked, looking up at you with a wicked grin.

Scaramouche chuckled at how eager you were to suck him off again. He looked up at you with a lustful gaze, savoring the taste of both of your orgasms mixed together on his tongue.

"Patience, baby," he said. "I promise I'll let you have your turn soon."

He slid his fingers inside you, slowly working them in and out as he continued to lick and tease your clit.

"But first, let me make you cum again," he said, his voice low and husky. "Cum for me, baby. Show me how much you want it."

Scaramouche smirked as he felt you getting worked up, enjoying the sensation of your body writhing beneath him.

"Because, baby," he said, running his thumb over your clit. "I'm in charge here. Besides, it's more fun this way, isn't it?"

He leaned in, his breath hot on your skin as he continued to finger you. "Don't worry, though. I'll let you have your turn soon enough."

Scaramouche lowered his head again, trailing kisses down your stomach as he worked his fingers deeper inside you. He added a third finger, pumping them in and out vigorously as he licked and sucked at your clit.

"Come on, baby," he murmured, his voice low and urgent. "Cum for me. Show me what a dirty little slut you can be."

Scaramouche felt your body tense up as you moaned and moved your hips in response to his touch. He ground his fingers deeper inside you, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot inside.

"That's it, baby," he growled, enjoying the sensation of your walls clenching around his fingers. "Let go for me. Show me how much you need this."

He added another finger, filling you up completely as he continued to work his hand in and out of you. Scaramouche flicked his tongue rapidly over your clit, sending bolts of pleasure through your body.

Moments later, you felt your orgasm wash over you in a wave of pleasure. You cried out, your body shaking as the intense sensations consumed you.

Scaramouche continued to finger you through your orgasm, watching with satisfaction as you came undone beneath him

Scaramouche watched with satisfaction as you moaned and writhed beneath him, still lost in the throes of your orgasm. He slowly withdrew his fingers from you, admiring the sight of your glistening wetness on his hand.

"Mmm, you taste delicious, baby," he said, licking his fingers clean. "But now it's my turn."

He stood up, unbuckling his pants and letting them fall to the floor. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing with desire.

"Come here, baby," he commanded, holding out his hand for you to join him.

Scaramouche let out a small chuckle, finding your display of anger amusing. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the couch as he looked down at you.

"Feisty little thing, aren't you?" he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You're still mad about not getting to suck me off, huh?"

He took a step closer to you, staring down at you with an intense look in his eyes. "I'll make it up to you, baby," he said, reaching out to stroke your cheek. "But first, I want you to be a good girl for me. Come on, don't be stubborn."

He gestured to his cock, which was still hard and throbbing with desire. "I promise you won't regret it."

Scaramouche smirked as he watched you relent and open your legs for him. He moved closer, running his hand up your inner thigh as he bent down to kiss you deeply.

"Mmm, that's my good girl," he murmured against your lips. "Now let me show you how much I appreciate your obedience."

He positioned himself between your legs, running the head of his cock over your wet folds before plunging deep inside you. You moaned in pleasure as he started thrusting into you, his hips slapping against yours with each powerful stroke.

Grabbing onto your hips, Scaramouche started pounding into you with wild abandon. He could feel the walls of your pussy clenching tightly around him, begging him to go deeper and harder.

"That's it, baby," he growled. "Feel how much I want you. Feel

As Scaramouche thrust into you, you tried to act aloof and indifferent, but he could tell that you were secretly enjoying it. He could hear the soft moans escaping your lips and see you biting your finger in pleasure.

"Mmm, that's it," he said, his voice low and husky. "I can feel how much you like this. Don't be shy, baby. Let it all out."

He reached down, running his thumb over your clit as he continued pounding into you. You gasped, feeling a rush of pleasure shoot through your body.

Scaramouche leaned down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss as he continued to thrust into you. You knew you shouldn't enjoy this so much, but something about the way he was taking charge was driving you wild.

As Scaramouche continued to thrust into you, you could feel your pleasure building to a fever pitch. Your moans grew louder and more urgent, your body writhing beneath him.

He knew you were getting close and he increased his pace even more, driving into you with a fierce intensity. You could feel the tension in your body mounting higher and higher, your toes curling as you prepared to come undone.

With one final thrust, you felt your orgasm crash over you, a tidal wave of pleasure sweeping through your body. You cried out as you came, your body shaking and trembling in ecstasy.

Scaramouche slowed his pace, still thrusting into you gently as he allowed you to come down from your high. He leaned down, kissing you softly as he stroked your hair.

"Good girl," he murmured against your lips. "You

As your orgasm peaked, you let out a loud, unbridled cry of pleasure that echoed throughout the apartment. The sound was so intense that Scaramouche himself was momentarily taken aback.

However, he quickly regained his composure and looked down at you with a sense of pride and satisfaction. He flexed his hips one more time before sliding out of you altogether, letting you catch your breath.

"Damn, babe," he said, a smug grin spreading across his face. "You really know how to make a man feel good."

He pulled you up into a sitting position, planting a kiss on your lips as he wrapped his arms protectively around your waist. "Now that's what I call a real wild ride."

You couldn't help but laugh at his teasing, feeling both satisfied and a little bit relieved that it was over. Despite your better

Scaramouche chuckled softly and lifted your chin with a finger, looking into your eyes.

"No need to pout, baby," he said, his tone affectionate. "I'll let you think about it. It all depends on whether you're a good girl for me."

He shifted his hips back slightly, making sure his growing erection was visible to you.

"But if you really want to taste me again, you'll have to earn it," he said, a wicked gleam in his eye. "Think you're up to the task?"

Scaramouche smirked at your pout and pulled you in for a deep, sensual kiss.

"Don't worry, babe," he said, with a sly grin. "I'm sure I can find plenty of other ways for you to please me."

He ran his hands down your body suggestively, pulling you in closer to him.

"But if you're really missing my cock that much," he whispered in your ear, "maybe there's something else we can try. Something a little more adventurous..."

He trailed off, leaving the suggestion hanging in the air. The look on his face suggested that he had more than a few ideas in mind - but that he was also willing to listen to your preferences, too.

Scaramouche chuckled softly and tilted his head, looking at you with a mixture of amusement and desire.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," he said, leaning in to plant a teasing kiss on your lips. "How could I say no?"

He guided your hand down to his growing erection, letting out a small groan as you began to stroke him through his pants.

"Mmm, that's it," he purred, his hands running up your sides. "That feels so good..."

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"Maybe you can show me just how much you missed my cock," he said, his voice dripping with suggestion. "What do you say, baby? Are you ready for your next adventure?"

Scaramouche wrapped his arms tightly around you, returning your kiss with just as much passion. He moaned softly as you rubbed him through his pants, feeling his excitement growing with each passing moment.

"You're welcome, babe," he murmured against your lips. "Anything to keep my little sex kitten purring."

He pulled back, looking into your eyes with a hunger that left no doubt as to what he wanted from you next.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his tone low and seductive. "Because I sure as hell am."

"That's what I like to hear," Scaramouche said with a smirk, letting you take the lead.

He leaned back against the sofa cushion, watching you intently as you worked on freeing his thick, hardening cock from the confines of his pants. His breath was shallow and fast as you finally pulled him free, taking him in your hand and giving him a slow, teasing stroke.

He groaned in pleasure, his hips thrusting forward almost involuntarily. The sensation was so intense that he had to close his eyes for a moment, just to catch his breath.

"That's it, baby," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Just like that...take me into that beautiful mouth of yours and show me what you can do."

Scaramouche's eyes flutter closed as you continue to rub him through his pants, his breath coming in short little gasps. He grips onto the edge of the sofa cushions with one hand, while his other hand rests softly on your head.

"Mmm, that feels so good," he moans, his voice low and ragged.

He can feel himself growing harder and harder under your touch, and he knows it won't be long before he's ready to burst. But for now, he's content to let you keep working your magic - to let you take control and show him just how much you want him.

Scaramouche's eyes widen slightly as you unzip his pants, revealing his growing erection. He feels a surge of excitement shoot through him as you begin to rub him through his underwear.

"Ah, baby..." he groans, his fingers digging into the cushions as he thrusts his hips forward slightly. "That feels incredible."

He watches you with intense desire as you continue to stimulate him, admiring the way your fingers move and the softness of your touch.

"You're such a tease," he murmurs, his voice husky with lust. "I can't wait to see what else you have in store for me."

As you reach inside Scaramouche's underwear, you feel how hard and stiff he has become. You wrap your fingers around his shaft and pull him out of his briefs.

Scaramouche lets out a deep groan of pleasure as you begin to stroke his cock. He is in ecstasy as you continue to work him over, making him harder with each passing moment.

"Mmm, that's it," he moans, his hips thrusting forward in time with your strokes. "Just like that, baby. I'm all yours."

He watches you carefully, running his hands through your hair and gently guiding your head up and down his length. His breath comes in short gasps as he feels himself growing closer and closer to the edge.

Scaramouche moans loudly as you switch to licking his tip, eliciting a shiver of pleasure from his body. He watches you hungrily, admiring your skill and dedication as you work him over.

"Oh god, that feels amazing," he gasps, his hands moving to cup your face and guide you up and down on his length.

The combination of your hands and mouth have Scaramouche teetering on the edge of an orgasm. His breathing is ragged and his hips are thrusting forward in time with your movements.

"Don't stop, baby," he whispers urgently. "Please...make me come. Make me come so hard."

As you put your mouth deeper on him, Scaramouche's back arches and he cries out loudly, caught up in intense pleasure. He grips onto the edge of the sofa with one hand, while his other hand moves to cup the back of your head.

He feels himself growing harder and harder inside your mouth, knowing that he's getting closer and closer to the edge. A few more strokes, a few more licks, and he knows that he'll be there.

"Baby...yes...just like that," he groans, his voice thick with need. "Don't stop, please don't stop."

He gazes down at you with a look of pure lust, completely lost in the sensation of your mouth on him. It's clear that he's enjoying every second of this, and he doesn't want it to end.

As you pull away, Scaramouche moans in frustration and his hips buck forward involuntarily. He looks down at you with a mix of desire and disbelief, wondering why you stopped when he was so close.

"Why did you stop?" he asks, sounding a little breathless. "I was so close...please, I need to come."

He watches you carefully, his gaze pleading as he realizes that you're teasing him - trying to keep him at the edge without letting him tip over.

As you lick the tip of his cock, Scaramouche gasps and his hips buck forward. He can feel himself growing harder and harder under your touch - feeling both incredible pleasure and frustration.

When you pull away again and rub the tip of his cock, Scaramouche moans in need, feeling a surge of arousal coursing through his body.

"You're such a tease," he murmurs, trying to keep his breathing under control. "Please, let me come...I need it so badly."

He gazes down at you hungrily, his entire body shivering with anticipation. It's clear that he's completely lost in the moment, desperate for release but also wanting to savor every second of your attention.

Scaramouche moans in frustration and his hips thrust forward as you tease him again. He looks down at you with a mixture of desire and exasperation, feeling both incredibly turned on by your ministrations but also annoyed that he hasn't been able to come yet.

"Come on, baby," he pleads, his voice thick with lust. "Don't be such a tease. I need to come so badly."

He reaches down to stroke himself, trying to push himself over the edge with his own touch. But he knows that it won't be the same as having you bring him to climax.

"You're driving me crazy," he groans, feeling like he's about to explode at any moment. "Please...just let me come."

Scaramouche gasps as you push his hand away, leaving him unable to touch himself. He watches you with a mixture of pleasure and frustration, knowing that he's not going to be able to come anytime soon.

"Come on, baby," he whines, sounding like an overgrown puppy. "That's not fair...you can't tease me like this."

He tries to shift his hips and get some kind of friction, but it's clear that you've got him under your control. Scaramouche is all yours, and he knows it.

As you tease his tip again, Scaramouche's back arches and he cries out in pleasure. He's so caught up in the sensation that he almost doesn't register the fact that you're still denying him his release.

"Please...I can't take it anymore," he moans, his voice thick with desire. "I need to come."

He looks down at you with pleading eyes, completely lost in the moment. It's clear that he's under your control, and that he's willing to do anything to get the release that he craves.

Scaramouche whimpers as you deny him again, but he knows that you're right. He needs to be pushed to the brink of orgasm before he can get the release that he craves.

As you tease him with your fingers and tongue, Scaramouche feels his arousal building to an almost unbearable level. He bites his lip, trying to hold on for as long as he can, but it's clear that he's getting close.

"Please...please," he begs, his voice hoarse with need. "I need to come...please let me."

He looks down at you with a mix of desire and desperation, wondering when you're finally going to give him what he craves.

Scaramouche shakes his head and whimpers, his whole body feeling incredibly sensitive as a result of your teasing but not quite at the point of being super sensitive yet. He knows that he needs just a little bit more to get to that point, but he's not sure how much longer he can hold on.

"Not yet," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please...just a little more."

He closes his eyes and tries to focus on his breathing, trying to keep himself from coming too soon. It's clear that he's completely under your control, and that you're the one who's calling the shots.

Scaramouche moans in both frustration and pleasure as you continue to tease him but then pull away again. It's clear that he's feeling more sensitive by the second, but he's also incredibly desperate to come.

He stares up at you with pleading eyes, trying to convey the depth of his need.

"Please," he says. "I can't take it anymore. I need to come..."

His voice trails off as you tease him again, leaving him in a state of lustful torment.

Scaramouche writhes under you as you continue to tease him, but finally twitches as you touch him again. It's clear that he's incredibly sensitive at this point, and it won't take much more to push him over the edge.

"Oh god," he gasps, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. "Please...I can't hold on much longer."

He looks up at you with pleading eyes, completely lost in the moment. It's clear that he's completely under your control and that he's desperate to come.

As you stroke Scaramouche, he moans with pleasure, his hips bucking involuntarily. It's clear that he's incredibly close now, and he's completely focused on the pleasure that you're giving him.

"Thank you," he gasps, his voice barely above a whisper. "Oh god, thank you..."

He arches his back, thrusting into your hand as he reaches the point of no return. With one final cry of pleasure, Scaramouche comes hard, his whole body shaking with ecstasy.

For a few moments, he's lost in the sensation, completely at your mercy. It's clear that he's finally gotten the release that he's been craving, and that he's completely under your control.

Scaramouche's body continues to shake and twitch as he comes for a long time, his moans of pleasure filling the room. It's clear that he's been pushed to the brink, and that he's finally getting the release that he craves.

"Jesus...that was amazing," he says, his voice still thick with desire. "You're incredible."

He looks down at you with a mixture of awe and gratitude, clearly happy that you were able to push him to such heights. It's clear that he's completely at your mercy, and that he'll do anything to please you.

Scaramouche smiles at your comment, still feeling the afterglow of the intense orgasm you gave him.

"Yeah, it was," he replies with a chuckle. "You really know how to take care of me, babe."

He leans in to kiss you, his body still buzzing with pleasure. It's clear that he's completely under your control, and that he's more than happy to be there.