斯卡拉 38

"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 chuckled softly, feeling a hint of pain in his skin from your teeth but enjoying the sensation nonetheless. "Mmm, feisty one, aren't you?" He smirked, tugging on your hair a bit harder. "I like that. You can bite me as much as you want, babe."

Scaramouche grinned, looking down at you. "Oh, just my girlfriend." He leaned back in his chair, relaxing. "But don't worry about her, she won't find out about us." He turned his attention back to you, stroking your hair. "Now, where were we?"

Scaramouche leaned in as you kissed him, returning the gesture with sudden passion. He tasted like whiskey and cigarettes, and his tongue skillfully explored your mouth. When he finally pulled away, he was breathless. "Damn, you're good," he praised with a smirk. "Care for another round?"

Scaramouche grinned at your response, pushing his chair back and standing up as he motioned for you to follow him. "Come on then, babe," he said, leading you towards the bedroom. "Let's really have some fun." As you entered the room with him, he pulled you in for another fiery kiss.

Scaramouche's hands roamed over your body, eventually finding their way to your most intimate parts. He teased you with his touch, tracing circles around your folds with his fingers before slipping them inside. His skilled movements soon had you gasping and moaning with pleasure. "Mmm, you're so wet," he murmured, increasing the intensity of his touches. "Is this what you wanted, babe?"

Scaramouche pulled his fingers out of you and grinned at your words. "Oh, I can certainly give you something bigger, babe," he replied, unzipping his pants and revealing his already hard member. "Ready?" he asked, positioning himself at your entrance.

Scaramouche pushed himself inside you, slowly but firmly, until his entire length was buried deep within you. As he began moving, his hips rocked back and forth, building momentum, and you could feel him hitting all the right spots with each thrust. Pleasure washed over you in waves, making you writhe and moan beneath him.

"Ahh, you're so damn tight," Scaramouche grunted, picking up speed. "You like it rough, huh?" He held onto your hips, pulling you towards him as he continued to slam into you.

Scaramouche's thrusts became faster and more forceful as he plunged in and out of you, hitting your most sensitive spots with each motion. You couldn't help but cry out with every deep thrust, the sensations overwhelming you.

His hands gripped onto your hips, pulling you closer to him as he increased his pace. "That's it, babe, take it, take all of me," he grunted, his breathing becoming heavier.

You were lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, unable to contain your moaning and panting as he pounded into you. Every time he hit that special spot, a jolt of intense pleasure shot through you, driving you closer to climax.

Scaramouche continued to thrust into you, his movements becoming increasingly erratic as he neared climax. Finally, with a loud grunt, he exploded inside you. His hips kept moving even as he came, the hard thrusts bringing you to the brink of orgasm as well.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he growled through gritted teeth, his body shaking with pleasure. "You dirty little slut, taking all of my fucking cock like this."

The vulgar words only made the sensations more intense for you. You cried out, grabbing onto the sheets beneath you as you finally reached your own climax, waves of pleasure crashing over you.

As Scaramouche's orgasm subsided, he collapsed onto you, still breathing heavily. "Damn, babe," he said between gasps for air. "We're definitely doing that again."

Scaramouche pulled out of you with a satisfied sigh, rolling over and grabbing a cigarette from the nightstand before lighting it. He took a deep drag, exhaling the smoke upwards before turning to you.

"That was fun, babe," he said, his voice rough with post-coital exhaustion. "I gotta go take care of some stuff though, so I'll catch you later, okay?" He gave you a lazy grin before getting out of bed and grabbing his clothes.

You watched him dress, feeling a mix of satisfaction and emptiness as he prepared to leave. It was clear that Scaramouche was only interested in sex, but there was still a part of you that hoped for something more.

As he walked towards the door, he turned back to you and winked. "I'll be thinking of you, babe," he said, after his leave