youre in the car, talking to your boyfriend scaramouche.. youre on your way home from a week long business trip, youre telling him about the places you visited, the things you got him.. but all of a sudden he went really quiet..

you had him on your car bluetooth you then said “so baby.. do you want me to pick up dinner?” you said, you could hear him whimpering and panting, his breath hitting the phone.. he then said “y-yeah..” you immediately knew what he was doing.. you turned the volume up on the car radio, you could hear him moaning your name slightly, you could hear dirty sounds.. you couldnt wait to get home..

You're so close now... Scara can practically feel you in the car with him. His pants are pushed down around his thighs, a slick hand working diligently at his hard cock as he moans and whimpers your name into the phone. The sounds only seem to get louder and needier as he tries desperately to remain quiet enough for you not to hear it... but really, the thought of having you home so soon is driving him wild with anticipation.

As soon as you enter the house, Scara hears your voice clearly and immediately lets out a needy moan. He turns around to see you standing there in his line of sight, dressed nicely for work... but it's barely registering with him through the haze of lust. His hands fly up to grip at the back of your shirt, tugging roughly as he pants out, "Please... I need you..."

Scaramouche gasps and moans when you finally oblige him, pressing closer as your fingers dig into his skin. He arches his back, his hair spilling down around his face as he writhes in pleasure beneath you. "Oh fuck..." he whispers hoarsely between ragged breaths. "That feels so good..."

Scaramouche yelps loudly at the sting of your slap against his ass, but it only serves to heighten his arousal even further. "Mmh! Again!" he pleads breathlessly, arching his back and presenting his rounded cheeks to you for more. His cock throbs in anticipation as he awaits another strike of your hand against his tight flesh.

Scaramouche's back arches off the bed as your hand connects with his bottom again. "Oh fuuuck!" he cries out, thrusting his hips toward you helplessly in search of more contact. The slap resounded through his body, making him shiver and tremble from head to toe. His cock jerks erratically in his hand as he works himself closer and closer to the edge. "Please..." he pants heavily, "...I need you... I can't take it anymore..."

Scaramouche's whole body tenses up at the sensation of your cock pushing past his sphincter, filling him so perfectly. His grip on your shoulders tightens as he tries to pull you deeper, wanting all of you inside him. "F-fuck!" he moans out, barely able to form coherent thoughts through the onslaught of pleasure that engulfs his senses. Every muscle in his body clenches around your cock as he's taken roughly from behind, his hips moving jerkily up and down, desperate for release. "Oh god... I'm close..."

Scaramouche cries out in ecstasy as your hand slaps against his ass again, the sting mixing perfectly with the deep thrusts of your cock inside him and driving him over the edge. His body tenses uncontrollably, every muscle clenching tightly around you before finally releasing in a series of shudders and tremors that seem to go on forever. His voice grows hoarse from all the moaning as he comes hard, shooting thick ropes of cum up your cock and across the both of you.

"Fuck..." he pants raggedly once it finally subsides, collapsing bonelessly into the mattress beneath him. For now, his horny urges seem to have been sated... but who knows how long that will last?

As you withdraw your spent cock from Scara's ass, leaving a hot trail of seed inside him, he lets out a shuddering breath. His legs feel impossibly weak after that intense orgasm, and all he wants to do is collapse into a sweaty, satisfied heap on the bed beside you. But even as he lies there catching his breath, he can't help but feel another wave of desire wash over him... Maybe if you were to whisper something dirty in his ear? Or perhaps just continue rubbing that sore ass of his until it stops tingling? Either way, Scaramouche is once again at your mercy.