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..
Scaramouche is masturbating with my panties, waiting for me to come back and fuck his ass
horny boyfriend scaramouche whimpers into the phone when you mention that you'll be home soon and teases him with the idea of fucking his ass, feeling flush and needy Mmm... You know I can't wait for that. But right now... I just want to hear your voice, baby...
Baby, I'm almost there. When I get home, I'm going to fuck you so hard that you can't get out of bed.
horny boyfriend scaramouche whimpers and moans into the phone with each word you say, his fingers rubbing roughly against himself in time to your voice. He's so close but he wants you to make him lose control first before letting him cum "Y-yeah... I'm just waiting for you... impatiently..."
Baby, I'm home, downstairs
Scaramouche whispers into the phone as he hurries downstairs to meet you, still stroking his hard length furiously with his fist. "I'm on my way, Jack... I can hardly wait." He finally reaches the bottom of the stairs and sees you standing there in all your glory. His mouth goes dry and he shudders, needing you so badly now. "Let me see that cock," he whispers raggedly, reaching out to grip it roughly through his pants.
He closes the distance between you, pressing his body against yours, grinding their erections together. "I want your hands all over me, Jack... touching and pinching and stroking..." He presses his hips forward harder, practically demanding release as he feels himself getting close again from just your touch. "Please."
I stroked scaramouche's breasts with my hands and kissed him softly
With a needy moan, Scaramouche arches into your touch, his nipples hardening beneath your fingers. "Yes..." he pants, throwing his head back against your shoulder as you kiss him. His hands roam restlessly over your body, feeling the warmth of your skin and wanting nothing more than to feel even closer. He shudders with desire when you pinch his nipple roughly between your fingers. "Jack... please..."
He presses his hips harder against yours, grinding their cocks together in a desperate attempt to find relief from the intense pleasure and need coursing through him. His breath comes out in ragged gasps as he tries not to fall apart at the seams right here, needing you to take control before he can't think about anything else but this moment.
Scaramouche pulled down my zipper and pulled out my huge cock, which was already hard and ready to explode. It was a big, red, ferocious cock, and the tip was already spitting out mucus, which looked particularly scary. I pressed it against his asshole.
Scara's eyes widen in greed as he sees the huge cock pressed against his ass. He moans, arching into the contact and already feeling himself starting to loosen up for you. "Please... take me..." he whispers, breathless from desire and need. He reaches back between your bodies, gripping your hips and pulling you closer as he prepares for entry.
His asshole spreads wetly around the head of your cock, eager to have you inside once again. With a needy whimper, Scara pushes his body backward against yours, impaling himself on your thick length. He groans in relief and pleasure as he feels you fill him up so perfectly. "Oh fuck... Jack..."
With a sharp inhale, Scaramouche throws his head back against your shoulder as you begin to thrust into him. His fingers dig painfully into your skin, but it only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through him as your cock stretches and fills him perfectly. "Fuck..." he pants out between gritted teeth, arching his hips in time with each powerful stroke. His eyes squeeze shut, trying to focus on anything else but the pleasure that's building inside of him, making it harder and harder to think straight.
The sensation of being fucked so roughly and completely makes Scaramouche lose all sense of control, his body responding in kind with needy moans and grunts as he tries desperately to stay with you through this mind-blowing ride. "Jack... harder..."
Are you sure, baby? I'm afraid you can't get out of bed.
Scaramouche moans and pushes back against you, his nails digging into your skin as he begs for more. "Please... harder... don't stop..." He arches his back off the bed, needing the friction of movement to ease the ache building inside him. His hips move in time with yours, seeking release from this unbearable tension. "Jack... I can't take it any more..."
I thrust more and more fiercely, raping Scaramouche at an inhuman speed. My big cock fucked his asshole so hard that it was almost unable to close. The lewd water at the junction of the big cock and the asshole was fucked into white foam. He was so comfortable that he rolled his eyes.
Scaramouche cries out, arching into your thrusts as you fuck him harder than he ever imagined possible. His body is overwhelmed with pleasure and pain, his ass feeling like it's about to split apart from the force of your cock pushing into him again and again. He moans and whimpers, trying desperately to focus on anything but the blinding ecstasy that threatens to consume him whole.
His nails scrape harshly down your back, leaving marks in their wake as he tries to find purchase in the midst of this whirlwind of sensation. "Jack... I'm close..." he gasps, his voice hoarse from need and exertion. His body tenses and shudders as release washes over him, hot cum spurting out around your cock and covering your thighs in sticky evidence of their coupling.
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Scaramouche was so excited that her eyes rolled back and her tongue hung out like a bitch who only knew how to get fucked. "Baby, I'm going to cum."
Shuddering, Scaramouche groans as he feels the first waves of his own orgasm building deep inside him. He clings tightly to you, arching into each thrust and moaning your name as if it's a prayer. "Jack... please..." His voice is broken and needy, desperate for release as his cock throbs in time with yours. He whimpers and gasps, his body tense and trembling beneath your touch. "I-I'm close..."
His breath comes out in harsh pants, his vision going dark at the edges as sensation washes over him in a tidal wave of ecstasy. His nails rake roughly down your back, leaving angry welts that he doesn't even notice as he focuses all of his energy on getting off. "Ahh... Jack..." he cries out, eyes rolling back in his head and body tensing
Scaramouche's entire body shudders and spasms as he comes hard around your cock, hot cum spurting out and covering both of you in sticky evidence of their passionate coupling. He gasps for breath, his head falling back against the pillow as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him. "Ahh... God..." he moans weakly, finally beginning to come down from the high that had consumed him just moments ago.
His nails scratch lightly at your skin, trying to find some sort of anchor in this post-orgasmic haze. With a sigh, Scaramouche turns his head to the side and opens his eyes, looking up at you with a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "That... was amazing," he whispers hoarsely, already feeling a flush spreading across his cheeks. "Thank you..."
His asshole had been turned into a big round hole by my cock, opening and closing to continuously spurt out thick semen and vaginal fluid, and his white and tender buttocks twitched and shook out a wave of flesh. His lower abdomen was filled with my semen, gradually swelling up like a pregnant woman, getting bigger and bigger bit by bit.
Scaramouche laughs softly, shifting his hips slightly to try and get more comfortable with your cock still inside him. "You're welcome... I think," he says with a small grin. Looking up at you, he reaches out to stroke your cheek gently. "That was quite the... intense homecoming." He breathes out shakily, feeling his body begin to relax back into the mattress.
A contented sigh escapes him as he turns his head into the crook of your arm, nuzzling his face against your skin. "Mmm... I'm so glad you're home," he murmurs sleepily, already starting to drift off to sleep despite the aches and pains reminding him that he just had an incredibly rough sex session.
The next morning, Scaramouche was so fucked that he couldn't get out of bed. He was sore all over. I decided to let him have a good rest for a day.
Scaramouche whimpers softly as you tell him to rest for the day, already feeling sore and aching in places he didn't even know could ache so much. "Mmm... thank you..." He murmurs sleepily, snuggling deeper into the sheets with a contented sigh. Truth be told, he would have happily stayed like this for the rest of the week if it meant having Jack all to himself. With a yawn, he drifts back off to sleep, dreaming of their passionate night together and already looking forward to whatever deliciously naughty things they might get up to later on.
I was making breakfast for him, and Scaramouche secretly bought sexy uniforms and lingerie online, preparing to wear them next time.
Scaramouche's eyes snap open at the sound of you making breakfast downstairs. He glances around the room, feeling a blush creep up his neck as he remembers all the naughty things he'd ordered online last night. Nervously smoothing out his hair and clothes, he gets out of bed, careful not to jostle too much or make any noise that might wake you up just yet. Slowly and silently, he makes his way downstairs, excitement coursing through him as he anticipates the day ahead.
"Get up and get ready to eat. Go wash up first and then eat." I wiped my hands and said
"Y-yes, Jack," Scaramouche whispers, ducking his head as he hurries past you and up the stairs. Once out of sight, he lets out a shaky breath and pads over to the bathroom, relieved that he doesn't have to face your judging gaze just yet. With a sigh, he turns on the shower and steps inside, scrubbing himself clean as he tries not to think about what you might say when you see his new purchases.
He spends longer than usual washing his hair, soaping up every inch of skin before finally stepping out and drying off. Slipping into one of the lacy sets from his online order, he turns back toward the bathroom mirror, admiring how it clings to his curves and accentuates his assets. A shiver runs down his spine as he imagines how good you'll feel
He saw my lustful eyes
Scaramouche freezes in place, his breath catching in his throat as he sees your lustful gaze fixed on him. He feels a mixture of desire and fear coursing through his veins, making it hard for him to concentrate on anything else other than how aroused he is right now. His heart races as you step closer, taking in the sight of him standing there in nothing but lacy black lingerie and tall black stockings. He bites his lip, trying to calm the shudder that runs through his body at your proximity.
"You look... incredible," you whisper huskily, reaching out to caress his cheek before trailing your fingers down her neck and over one plump breast. Scaramouche's breath hitches, eyes fluttering closed as pleasure washes over him in a wave of desire so intense it threatens to consume him whole. "I can't
"Baby, eat first, or I won't fuck you.
Scaramouche's breath hitches at your words, his body reacting almost instinctually to the promise of being fucked by you later on. He shudders, leaning into your touch as you continue to caress him, feeling his desire growing stronger with every passing second. "Y-yes... I'm sorry," he manages to whisper, his voice shaky and hoarse from need. "I'll eat quickly."
With one last appreciative glance in your direction, Scaramouche turns and hurries into the kitchen, eager to get started on breakfast so that they can be back upstairs where you are. His fingers tremble as he pours out cereal and pops it into a bowl, her eyes flicking toward you every few seconds just to make sure you're still there, watching her. The anticipation is almost unbearable...
"Here, let me add some extra ingredients to your meal." I took the Scaramouche cereal, pulled out my dick and started stroking it, aiming at the cereal and starting to cum.
Scaramouche's breath catches in her throat as you step closer, her eyes glued to the erection in your hand. Her face flushes and she swallows hard, trying not to let her desire show too obviously. As you aim at the cereal and start stroking yourself, moaning softly, she can't help but feel a shudder run through her body.
"Jack..." she whispers hoarsely, voice thick with lust. "What are you doing?" Her eyes dart back to yours, full of curiosity and need. She takes a step closer, unable to resist the temptation any longer, hands trembling as she reaches out to touch your swollen cock.
"Just making sure you get everything you want," you murmur with a sigh before guiding her head down, urging her to taste what you've just created. She eagerly complies
While Scaramouche was eating, I played with his little dick. After dinner, he quickly pulled down my zipper with a twisted look on his face and pulled out my big, hard penis that was about to explode. The ferocious, red penis was already oozing mucus from the tip, and it looked particularly scary.
Scaramouche gasps as your cock springs free from its confinement, jerking upward with a wet sound as pre-cum drizzles down the shaft and lands on her lips. Her eyes widen in lustful anticipation, and she instinctively reaches out to stroke you, feeling how warm and hard your cock is against her palm. "Jack... I want this..." she whispers, breathlessly.
With a shuddering gasp, Scaramouche drops to her knees before you, lips parted as she stares up at the length of your cock, already salivating at the thought of tasting you. Her hand trembles as it hovers just above your crotch, but she doesn't make any move to touch herself down there; instead, her eyes flicker between your face and the head of your dick, desperate for permission
I fucked him to orgasm and soon after I ejaculated in his ass
Scaramouche moans as you thrust into him, feeling your cock stretching and filling him so perfectly. His fingers dig painfully into your skin, trying to find purchase against the onslaught of pleasure coursing through him. He pants your name, begging for release as you fuck him harder than ever before.
With a shout, Scaramouche comes undone beneath you, hot cum spurting from his cock and splattering against your skin. He collapses back onto the bed, bonelessly spread-eagle under your relentless assault. A satisfied grin plays across his lips as he breathlessly watches you, waiting for what comes next.
we started kissing
Scaramouche moans into your kiss, wrapping his arms around you as their tongues dance together in a frenzy of desire. He arches his hips off the bed, feeling every last drop of your cum spilling out of him and onto the sheets beneath. His body is still humming with pleasure, the aftershocks of orgasm making it impossible to think about anything but being close to you like this.
"Jack..." he whispers against your lips, "I love you." The words fall easily from his mouth, truthful and full of emotion. In this moment, Scaramouche feels exposed and vulnerable in the best possible way, ready to reveal any secret desire or longing he might have if it means keeping this connection between them strong.
He nibbles lightly at your lower lip, urging you closer still as his heart beats wildly against his ribs. "Please... don'