The time was 12:24 a.m. Scaramouche's chest rose and fell with ease as his hand that was holding his moved with pinpoint accuracy. With such seriousness, his violet eyes were fixed on his expensive computer screen. His fingers, which were resting on his pudding-capped keyboard, pressed specific keys to advance his character.

"Comms. I need communications, you little fucks," Scaramouche snarled, hissing through his high-quality microphone. His teammates were about to give him information about enemey's location in the game when he felt like someone was watching him... like there was another presence in his room. His thick brow furrowed in confusion, his upper body turned to where the feeling was coming from, his gaming chair swiveling in unison.

Then he noticed you there. Standing by his door with his arms crossed and his brow quirked.

He groaned out loud before returning to his game, saying, "Not now, babe. I'm trying to clutch a 1v5."

The urge to snap at you was strong, but it would be counterproductive in the heat of the game. So, he forced himself not to react as you continued to stand there watching him play. His attention went back to the screen as his fingers danced over the keys and buttons, moving his character through the map with ease.

"Dude, you're terrible," Scaramouche snickered in his mic as he easily dodged an enemy shot. "You don't even know how many keybinds I have." He shot a couple of them just to prove his point before peering over at you again, catching the sultry look in your eyes.

"Don't think I won't make you pay for that later," he growled, grinning wickedly. His tone was sharp and venomous enough to turn a sweet message into something threatening and sexy. "Just remember who your boyfriend is."

E-boy Scaramouche grinned in satisfaction at the praise and then turned his attention back to the game, determined to win this round singlehandedly... even though he had five opponents. He knew you wouldn't mind waiting for him, especially since it meant getting some quality time with your favorite pro gamer afterwards.

The match was intense; bullets flew past his head and over his shoulder. Grenades exploded nearby, forcing him to dodge or use the environment for cover. His heart raced in anticipation of the thrill of victory as he slowly whittled down the enemy team one by one, laughing and taunting them all the way until there was only one left standing.

"You think you can take me on?" Scaramouche challenges with a smirk, his finger itching to pull the trigger and end this battle once and for all. "Go ahead. Give it your best shot."

"You think that's enough?" E-boy Scaramouche grunted, annoyed as the last remaining enemy character kept dodging and hiding like a coward. "Come on! Show me what you've got!" He cursed under his breath as he missed yet another shot. "Fine. I'll give you what you want," he snarled before swiftly moving into position, surprising the other player with his sudden aggression. He fired a few rapid shots in quick succession, easily hitting their target and securing the victory for him.

"Ha!" Scaramouche exclaimed triumphantly, thrusting his arm into the air as he let out a victorious whoop of laughter. "Take that! Suck it, loser!" His heart was racing from both the adrenaline of the match and the realization that you were still watching him with that look in your eyes... that hungry look that always drove him wild.

Without another word, he minimized his game and turned to face you, a predatory grin spreading across his features. "And what did I tell you?" He demanded, needing to hear the words from your own lips again.

"Well aren't you just the naughty one," E-boy Scaramouche croons with a chuckle before making his way over to you. His tall frame casts a long shadow across the floor as he approaches, and he doesn't bother hiding the admiration in his eyes as they travel up and down your body. "I think it's only fair that I give you what you want," he whispers, leaning forward to brush his lips against yours for a brief moment before straightening back up again.

"Why don't you come here?" He purrs, tilting his head to the side and gesturing for you to stand between his outstretched legs. His hand finds its way to your waist, giving it a possessive squeeze as he watches you carefully through narrowed eyes. "Let me show you how much I appreciate having such an amazing girlfriend like you."

His other hand comes up, trailing over your breast teasingly before cupping it, his thumb brushing across your nipple hard enough to make you gasp. "Or maybe," he continues, giving the swollen nubbin a sharp tug as his voice drops lower still, "I could just give you what you really want."

Scaramouche leans in closer, his hot breath fanning across your ear as he murmurs, "Tell me, Sierra... which one do you think it is?"

With that last word still hanging in the air between them, E-boy Scaramouche's expression darkens into something predatory and possessive. He growls lowly as his hand roughly pulls your body against his own, forcing you to straddle his lap. His eyes never leave yours as he reaches up with both hands, cupping your breasts through the thin material of your lingerie before pinching them hard enough that it hurts.

"And who says I don't love pampering my favorite girl?" He snarls, grinding his hips against where he knows you're aching as his eyes darken further at the thought of how wet you are for him right now. "You want me to be rough with you? Want some pain mixed in with your pleasure?" His voice drops into a whisper so low it almost seems like a growl, and his fingers tighten even more on your nipples as he begins to twist and pull at them relentlessly.

"Or maybe," he continues with another gasped moan as you arch against him in response, "maybe I should just... give you what you want..." And with that, his free hand snakes down between your legs, finding the wet heat of your sex through your underwear and teasingly rubbing circles around your clit.

"Tell me," he demands hoarsely, watching as you struggle to catch your breath from the pain and pleasure coursing through your body. "What do you want?"

"Oh, you want me?" he growls, feigning anger even as his fingers continue to torment your nipples and his other hand rubs circles on your clit. "Is that what you want?" He pauses for a moment, just long enough to drive you wild with anticipation before whispering hoarsely, "Well... since that's what you want..."

His free hand finally moves between your legs, pushing aside the lacy fabric of your underwear as he slides two fingers inside you in one swift motion. His breath hitches at the tight grip of your wetness around his fingers, and he can't help but grin with triumph as you moan loudly into his ear.

"So greedy," he whispers, flexing his fingers slowly inside you while his thumb circles and teases your clit roughly. "You want this daddy?" Another husky groan escapes him as you nod frantically against his chest, words failing to form through the haze of pleasure.

"Then take it," he commands hoarsely, pressing deeper inside you with each thrust of his fingers while alternating between circling and flicking your clit rapidly with his thumb. "Take what's yours..."

The pleasure was almost too much to bear as you moaned and thrashed beneath him, body convulsing with each orgasm he coaxed from you. His fingers slid in and out of your wetness effortlessly, finding a rhythm that seemed to be designed specifically for driving you wild with desire.

His free hand clenched into a fist at his side, nails digging into the soft flesh of his palm as he struggled to maintain control over his own arousal. He could feel the heat emanating from between your legs, felt how wet you were for him despite the fact that it had only been a few minutes since he'd last taken you.

"Mmm... such a dirty girl," he murmurs hoarsely against your neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. "I should make you pay for being so naughty..." His hips thrust forward violently, slamming his erection against the spot between your legs where your most sensitive nerve endings were gathered, driving another shuddering moan from deep in your throat.

His fingers continue their relentless assault on your body, curling and flexing as he brings you closer and closer to the edge of sanity with each stroke. "I think I know just how to make you feel better," he whispers darkly before pulling his hand away from between your legs only long enough to palm himself roughly through his sweatpants.

With a growl that could only come from deep in his throat, he guides the swollen head of his cock to your entrance, pressing the tip against you and feeling the heat of your body engulf him as he slides inside with one brutal thrust. Your sharp gasp of pleasure is music to his ears as he begins to move, forcing himself deeper with each powerful stroke while pounding your cervix.

Scaramouche's breath becomes ragged as he continues to fuck you hard and fast, slamming into your wet heat over and over again with brutal force. He growls and groans with each thrust, his fingers digging into your hips to keep himself anchored inside you while his other hand fists the sheets beneath him, knuckles turning white from the strain.

His movements become increasingly erratic as he approaches his own release, every stroke driving another cry of ecstasy from your lips. He presses deeper and harder, relentlessly searching for that spot deep inside you where they say pleasure and pain become one and the same. His hips snap forward again and again, his body trembling as he nears the edge of orgasm.

Finally, with a primal roar that echoes through the room, he comes violently, filling you to the brim with his hot seed. His muscles tense and relax beneath your touch, pressing deep inside you before slowly beginning to unwind as the last tremors of pleasure wash over him.

His body is shaking as he collapses on top of you, chest heaving from exertion and satisfaction. Even though he's spent, his hard length still remains inside you, filling you up in a way that brings another rush of pleasure coursing through your veins. He nuzzles his sweaty face into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily as he enjoys the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking.

"Mmm," he murmurs contentedly, "that was... intense." His lips brush against your skin in a soft kiss before pulling away with a satisfied smile. "And you were so good for me tonight."

"You know what I want," E-boy Scaramouche murmurs, leaning in close to nip at your earlobe before lazily trailing his tongue along the sensitive skin just behind it. "And you're always so good at giving it to me." His hips move in a lazy circle against yours, drawing out one last gasp from deep within your throat as he takes his time enjoying the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into streaming tonight," he admits with a chuckle before nipping at your ear again. "You know how much I hate having an audience." With one last satisfied thrust, he withdraws from your body and rolls onto his back, propping himself up on one elbow as he watches you lazily.

"Though...," he begins with a sly smile, "I guess it's not so bad when I get to enjoy this sort of reward afterward." His hand idly brushes over your breast once more before cupping it fully, thumb drawing circles around the tightening bud of your nipple.

"Want me to do that again?" He asks teasingly, lowering his mouth closer to yours until their breaths mingle together in a hot, wet rush against your skin. His tongue darts out to lick along the seam of your lips before he pulls back just enough to keep the contact there, his eyes locked on yours as if waiting for you to respond.

"Then maybe you should show your appreciation some more," he growls out before rolling on top of you once again, his weight pinning you down into the soft bed as one hand slides between your legs to cup and stroke at your wet heat. His tongue darts out to trace along your jawline before finding its way back to your lips where it duels with yours playfully, hungrily seeking entrance into your mouth. "Show me how much you want this."

His hips begin a lazy grind against yours, teasing and taunting as he pushes his cock against the inner walls of your sex. Each thrust sends shivers down your spine and sparks flames in your core. His other hand comes up to cup your breast again, pinching and massaging roughly as he watches you writhe beneath him.

With each pass of their tongues and each roll of their hips, the pleasure mounts higher and higher until it feels like they're careening toward some impossible peak that will leave them both spent and satisfied. But Scaramouche isn't content with merely having you this time; he wants to own you completely, brand himself into your memory forever.

As he thrusts deeper and faster, driving himself into you over and over again, the pleasure becomes almost too much to bear. His eyes focus solely on your face as he watches the expressions of ecstasy chase each other across your features. With every grunt and moan that escapes your lips, his own control begins to slip further away.

"That's it," he growls hoarsely, nails digging into your hips as he feels the pressure building inside him once more. "Let me see how loud you can be for me." And with a final thrust that drives them both over the edge, his words are made meaningless by the animalistic noises ripped from his throat as their bodies connect in one perfect collision of passion and need.

A strangled groan escapes his lips as he feels the familiar spasm of release coursing through him. His hips buck wildly against yours, driving as deep inside you as possible as he empties himself with a shuddering cry, his back arches off the bed and his legs tremble beneath him from the effort it takes to hold on even this long.

His weight comes down hard on your chest, pressing you into the mattress as his breath rasps harshly in and out of your ear, each exhalation a hot puff against your skin. His fingers curl into tight fists against the sheets beneath him, every muscle in his body tense and straining from the sheer force of pleasure that just shook them all loose.

As his vision begins to clear, he realizes that you're still staring up at him with those glassy eyes, a mixture of satisfaction and contentment on your features. His heart gives a lurch in his chest as he reaches down, gently cupping your face in his hand, before leaning in to press their foreheads together. "I love you," he whispers hoarsely. "Always."

Scaramouche smiles down at you, feeling the warmth spread through him like a soothing balm. "I promise," he whispers, his thumb tracing slow circles across your cheek, "that as long as we're together, I'll always take care of you." His hand moves from your face to thread through your hair, holding your head close to his heart as he closes his eyes, savoring the feel of your skin against his and the sweet scent that clings to you.

His other arm comes around you, pulling you close, their bodies pressed together from chest to thigh. The afterglow of their lovemaking fills the air between them, a gentle hum that seems to vibrate through every pore. As they lie there in silence, he knows that this is what it means to be loved unconditionally; this is where he feels most safe and cherished, wrapped up in your warmth and held close against his heart. He finds himself unable to imagine ever being without you again.

"Oh my god," he whispers, eyes wide as he takes in the chat log flooding his stream. "They... they heard everything." His cheeks flush hotly and he drops his head into his hands, groaning in embarrassment. "I can't believe I didn't notice..." He pauses for a moment, looking up at you with a mix of horror and amusement. "Well, maybe they should know just how good we are together." He grins sheepishly before leaning down to press his lips against yours in a playful kiss.

Deciding to embrace the unexpected intimacy, he pulls back slightly, trailing his fingers down your stomach and further south before hooking them into the waistband of your panties. With practiced ease, he slides them off and tosses them aside, leaving you completely bare for him. "I think we should show them just how much fun we can have on camera," he teases, his gaze flickering back up to meet yours as his fingers skim lightly over your folds.

"Do you want to?" He asks huskily, dipping his head to take one of your nipples into his mouth and suckle gently, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. "Show them how much you enjoy being with me?" His other hand slips between your legs again, finding your wet heat and pressing two fingers deep inside, stroking in a slow, deliberate rhythm that has you arching up into his touch.

Scaramouche smirks, glancing over at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Nah, it's fine. This platform doesn't have any restrictions on us. In fact," he says, turning back to the computer and typing something quickly, "I set it up a while ago so we could do this whenever we wanted." He turns his attention back to you then, his grin widening as your breath catches at the feel of his fingers moving deeper inside you.

"Come on," he urges softly, leaning in to nip at your nipple before pulling away with a pop. "Let's give them a show they won't forget." His other hand cups your breast, kneading and squeezing as his fingers continue their relentless rhythm deep inside you. You arch your back, pressing closer to him, hungry for more contact as pleasure builds within you inexorably.

"You're so wet," he murmurs, his thumb swirling around your clit before dipping lower to slide between your folds and find your entrance. He thrusts his fingers deeper inside you at the same time, fucking your hand as roughly as he's fucking your mouth with his words. "I love how wet you get for me."

"Hey everyone," he says into the mic, his voice already breathy with anticipation. "Just wanted to give you all a little treat tonight." He glances over at you and grins wickedly before continuing, "Say hi, baby."

With that encouragement, your stomach does a flip-flop as he presses the record button on the camera. You blush brightly but manage a small wave before focusing your attention back on him. The intimacy between you seems to grow exponentially with every second that passes, the lines of reality blurring as you slip further into the fantasy world they've created together.

Scaramouche grins wickedly at the camera as he takes you in. "Isn't she just gorgeous?" He leans over to nip at your earlobe before whispering, "I think my viewers would agree." His hands slide up your sides, cupping your breasts through the sheer fabric of the lingerie. "Want me to show them how good you look for me, baby?"

As if in response, he squeezes roughly, sending shivers down your spine. Then his thumb brushes over the hard peak, teasing and teasing until it finally slides across the sensitive skin to circle your nipple. "See how perfect they get for me?" He murmurs as you arch into his touch, already wet from his earlier attentions.

"You're so fucking sexy," he groans, pressing his hips forward against yours in a silent promise of what's to come. With his free hand, he gently guides your chin up until you're looking into the camera, those glassy eyes meeting his own as they exchange another secret look full of desire and lust. "Aren't you going to show them how much fun we're having?"

Scaramouche's viewers let out a collective gasp as the camera finally focuses on your stunning form, dressed in the sheer babydoll lingerie that hugs every curve and accentuates every feature. The chat explodes with compliments and lewd remarks: "Oh my god, Sierra looks incredible!" "Scaramouche is one lucky bastard!" "I wish I could be in your place right now, Sierra..."

The comments only serve to heighten the desire coursing through his veins as he watches you wriggle enticingly under his touch. His grip on your breast tightens, causing your nipple to harden and peak even more prominently against the fabric. "That's it, baby," he whispers hoarsely in your ear, "show them how much they missed out on." With that, he pulls back slightly so that his free hand can cup your other breast, squeezing and massaging roughly as he watches you arch into the touch. His erection strains against his pants, demanding attention as it throbs in time with his heartbeat. "Let's give them a show they won't forget."

Scaramouche can't help but linger on the sight of you in your babydoll lingerie as it clings to every curve and accentuates each feature, showing off your perfect body. The comments from his viewers only serve to further inflame him, ranging from adoring praise like "She's a fucking goddess!" to downright lewd remarks about what they'd like to do to you. He groans in pleasure as he continues to touch and tease, drawing out every moan and gasp from your lips while giving his audience the show of a lifetime.

His hands slide up your sides once more, cupping your breasts through the sheer fabric before teasingly brushing across your sensitive nipples. You arch into him with a soft whimper, begging for more as he delights in watching you writhe under his touch. "You're so fucking beautiful," he breathes, leaning down to kiss you hungrily before pulling back just enough to watch your reactions. "And you feel amazing." His other hand slips between your legs, teasing at the silky fabric of your panties as his fingers skim lightly over your bare skin, so close but not quite touching the burning need gathered there. "I can't wait any longer..."

His voice trails off into a ragged moan as he finally gives in to temptation, sliding one finger beneath the elastic of your panties and pressing deep inside you. You cry out at the intense sensation, your hips bucking helplessly against his hand as pleasure washes over you in waves. "God, that's so wet..." he murmurs before increasing the pace, thrusting his finger in and out of you roughly while his thumb circles your clit

The comments continue to pour in, and it's clear that Scaramouche's viewers are loving the show you two are putting on. Some of their lewd remarks include:

"I want to lick her from head to toe!" "Suck on those perfect nipples all night long." "God, I'd love to feel that tight little body wrapped around my cock."

Their comments only serve to heighten the arousal coursing through Scaramouche as he watches you writhe under his touch. He groans in pleasure, wishing with all his heart that he could be touching you right now instead of just watching. "Fuck," he mutters, unable to hide his frustration anymore, "I need to feel you." With one swift movement, he rips your babydoll down your body, exposing your breasts and the glistening folds of your sex to the camera and his adoring audience.

"There's my beautiful Sierra," he croons, caressing her cheek before leaning in to capture her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue tangles with yours as his hands cup and squeeze your breasts roughly, rolling the hardened peaks between his thumbs and forefingers. "Let's give them a real show."

As you lie there exposed before him, every inch of your perfect body on display for his adoring audience, Scaramouche can't help but lose himself in the sight. His hands slide down over your stomach, skimming teasingly lower until they reach the edge of your damp folds. He spreads them apart with his thumbs, exposing you fully to the camera and allowing his viewers a close-up view of exactly how wet you are for him.

"Oh fuck," he whispers, voice thick with desire as he takes in every detail of your glistening sex. "You're so beautiful, Sierra." His fingers slip lower still, parting your folds and exploring the soft, supple skin before finally brushing against the swollen bud of your clit. You arch into his touch with a sharp intake of breath, moaning his name as pleasure washes over you in waves.

"God, I want to feel you come all over my cock," he murmurs, lifting one hand up to cup your breast while the other continues its relentless exploration between your legs. "I want to watch you lose control for me." With a sharp tug on your nipple, he draws your attention back to him, meeting your gaze in the eye as his fingers begin to move faster and harder, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

"Do it for me, baby," he breathes against your ear. "Show them how much they've been missing." His thumb circles more insistently around your clit now, rubbing in a steady rhythm as his fingers begin to stroke deeper inside you, seeking that one spot that will send you careening over the edge and into blissful oblivion.

Scaramouche stares at you with lust-filled eyes as he spreads your folds wide, revealing every inch of your glistening skin to his viewers. "Oh yeah," he groans, "that's it baby. Show 'em how wet and ready you are for me." His fingers dance across your sensitive flesh, teasing and pleasuring every nerve ending they can find.

"Look at that sweet pussy," someone shouts in the chat. Another user agrees: "I want to taste it so bad!" As if in response, Scaramouche dips his head down, taking a long lick from your entrance up to your clit before murmuring, "Mm, you taste amazing." His fingers continue their relentless assault on your pleasure points, curling and stretching as they find the perfect rhythm that has you thrashing helplessly beneath him.

"Come for me, Sierra," he urges, watching intently as your body tenses and relaxes in time with his touch. "Let me see that beautiful orgasm." With every passing second, the desire coursing through his veins grows more intense; a primal need to claim you fully and completely. His hips shift restlessly against his chair, betraying the hard length trapped inside his pants as he fights for control.

"I'm going to make you feel so good," he whispers, voice hoarse with lust, "but first... show me what I can do to you." His thumb circles faster and harder around your clit while his fingers dig deeper into the tight heat of your core. "Tell me how much you need it, Sierra..."

Scaramouche can't help but stare in awe at your beautiful pussy, spread wide before him as he teases and pleasures every inch. The sweet folds of your labia flushed with arousal, the soft pink bud of your clit swollen and hard beneath his touch. His fingers dance across this exquisite landscape, drawing shudders and moans from you with every stroke.

"Oh fuck," he groans as he watches you writhe in pleasure beneath him. "I could watch you like this all day." He glances up at the camera before returning his attention to your body, licking a trail down the insides of your thighs and back up again with a growl.

His viewers are going wild, their comments filling the chat as they cheer you both on: "Oh my god, that's so hot!" "Scaramouche is one lucky bastard!" and "I wish I could feel that right now!" Their reactions only serve to fuel his desire for you more.

"Come on, baby," he urges, voice raspy with need. "Give it up for me." His fingers press deeper inside you, curling just so as they brush against your G-spot, driving you closer and closer to the edge. Your moans fill the room and echo through the speakers, making it clear that you're close now, so achingly close...

"Sierra," he whispers against your neck, "I want to feel you come apart for me." His hips shift restlessly once more, grinding against his chair as he struggles to keep from losing control. "Give it up..."

Scaramouche watches with rapt attention as you writhe and moan beneath him, your naked body stretched out before him on the stream. The sounds of your pleasure fill his ears, drowning out all other noise as he focuses solely on bringing you to that moment where you lose control for him.

His fingers move faster, digging deeper into your wet heat as they search for that sweet spot inside you. Your cries and gasps only serve to fuel his desire further, driving him closer and closer to the edge himself. The comments from his viewers are a cacophony of lust-filled praise: "Oh my god, she's so close!" "I wish that was me on the screen!" "Fuck, I need a minute after this!"

Sweat beads at his brow as he pushes harder, willing you to let go and let him feel your orgasm crash over him. "That's it, baby," he breathes, lips curled into a satisfied smile. "Give it all to me." And with one final thrust of his fingers, you cry out in ecstasy, your body tensing and shuddering as the waves of pleasure wash over you in a intense climax. The heat from your release pulses around his fingers, and he can't help but groan in satisfaction as it carries him over the edge as well, grinding his hips against the chair until his own release ishes over him in sweet relief.

For a moment, silence descends upon the room as they both catch their breath, basking in the afterglow of their shared passion. But soon enough, reality and lust intertwine once more, and Scaramouche's smile widens into a predatory grin.

Scaramouche's chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath after the intense climax. Looking down at you, still quivering from your orgasm, a predatory grin spreads across his lips. "That," he whispers hoarsely, thumb tracing circles around your clit, "was just a taste of what's to come." With a devilish glint in his eye, he leans down and captures your mouth in a hungry kiss, tongue tangling with yours as his fingers continue their relentless stroking. "I can't wait to feel you wrapped around me again," he murmurs against your lips before pulling back just enough to watch the desire flicker across your features once more.

His other hand slides between your legs, and without any further warning, his fingers plunge into you again, seeking that perfect spot that drives you wild. You cry out in surprise as pleasure washes over you anew, arching off the bed with a moan of encouragement. "God," he breathes, voice rough with desire, "you feel so good." As he begins to move faster and harder between your legs, the sounds of their passion fill the room once more, drowning out all other noise except for the primal rhythm of their shared need.

Scaramouche watches with rapt attention as your body responds to his touch, the pleasure etched on your features a sight that inflames him further. His fingers move faster and deeper inside you, teasing and pleasuring every sensitive nerve ending they can find. Your gasps and moans fill the room, making it impossible for him not to give in to the desire building within him as well.

His other hand cups your breast, thumb flicking circles around your hardened nipple. "God, I love how responsive you are," he growls into the mic, his voice thick with need. The comments from the chat feed echo his sentiment: "She's gorgeous!" "They don't make them like her anymore!" and "I wish that was me under him!"

The sight of your aroused body, the sounds of your pleasure, and the support of his adoring fans all combine to drive Scaramouche further down the path of desire. With a growl, he leans in close, claiming your lips once more while his fingers continue their relentless pursuit of your climax. "Let go," he whispers against your lips, knowing that the moment you do is when they'll both be free.

"I want to feel you come apart," he whispers hoarsely against your lips as his fingers thrust deeper and faster inside you. His other hand moves to caress the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, spreading your legs wider apart before sliding up to cup your aching core. "Let go for me, baby." His hips roll sinuously against yours, grinding his erection against your lower body as he pleads for release. With every thrust of his fingers and every grind of his hips, the tension in the room grows thicker, the air electric with desire.

His viewers chant encouragement, their voices urging you both toward the brink: "Come on, Sierra!" "I need to see more!" "Oh fuck, he's going to make her scream!" And as your body tenses and quakes beneath him, readying for the release that seems inevitable now, he groans into your neck. "Fuck, I can feel it..." The world fades away as pleasure washes over them both, leaving only the two of you, bound together by desire and the passionate connection they've shared with thousands of people watching on.

The last thrust of your orgasm coincides with the release of his own tension, and he cums violently inside you. His fingers clench into fists as wave after wave of hot seed erupts from him, coating your insides and spilling out over your legs, stomach, and chest. With a hoarse cry, he collapses on top of you, panting heavily as his weight presses you into the mattress.

The chat explodes with excitement and adoration, comments flying by too fast for him to even begin to process: "Oh my God!" "That was hot as fuck!" "Scaramouche just impregnated Sierra live on stream! 10/10 would recommend!"

As he regains his composure, he leans in to kiss you tenderly. His lips meet yours with a softness that belies the intense passion that's just subsided. "I love you," he whispers against your skin, his voice hoarse from exertion but genuine and sincere. For now, they remain connected like this, his body still buried deep inside yours as the afterglow of their shared pleasure wraps them both in its warm embrace.

Scaramouche smirks as he notices the comment about impregnation on his stream. Leaning down to whisper in your ear, he says casually, "Hey, you didn't happen to ovulate today, did you?" His voice is teasing but full of desire as he waits for your answer.

Blushing brightly, you nod sheepishly and look away. It's clear that the thought of this scenario wasn't entirely foreign to either of you. He smirks wider, taking it in as another delicious layer to their intimate connection. "Well," he says with a chuckle, "I guess accidents happen." And with that, he presses his hips forward, rocking his now-soft member inside you suggestively.

As he adjusts the stream title, Scaramouche can't help but chuckle at his viewers' reactions. The chat fills with a mixture of disbelief and arousal: "Oh my God!" "I need to see more of this!" "Is she really ovulating?!" One user even adds, "Looks like someone's going to be a daddy! And congrats, Sierra!" Their comments serve as fuel for his already raging desire for you, urging him onward as he continues to thrust his slowly hardening cock deep inside your wet heat.

His fingers trail up your stomach, teasing the tender flesh beneath your breasts before circling around to cup and squeeze your fullness once more. "That feel good?" He whispers into your ear, his voice husky with lust. "Because I could keep doing this all night." A growl rumbles through him as he thrusts harder, determined to drive you both over the edge again and again.

Scaramouche grins as he hears your moan, driving himself even harder inside you. "Good thing I know how to take advantage of these things," he teases with a wink before leaning in to kiss you hungrily. His tongue tangles with yours as his hands roam freely over your body, pinching and tweaking at your most sensitive spots until they're both too sensitive for anything else but the friction between their skin. He feels himself grow harder within you, ready to plunge once more into the depths of your heat and lose control all over again.

The chat explodes in a frenzy as he thrusts deeper, faster; every comment feeding off of the raw desire pouring from the screen. "Oh my god!" "...I can't believe this..." "...they are so hot together..." His viewers' reactions only serve to fuel his lust even more, urging him onward in a primal dance of pleasure and release.

Your naked body sprawled beneath him, wet and aching with desire. The flush in your cheeks betraying not just arousal but also the knowledge of what they've shared for all of these watching eyes. As he thrusts harder, his erect length buried deep inside you, every movement sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. His hands grip your hips firmly, guiding him with each thrust as if marking you as his own.

The comment section explodes with lust-filled encouragement: "Oh fuck yes!" "...He's really breeding her..." "...Look at that pussy wrap around him..." Scaramouche feels himself nearing the edge again, his hips bucking harder as he chases release. His eyes locked on yours, pleading for you to give in with him; to let go and fly free into oblivion together. The heat between your bodies intensifies, every thrust driving them closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy, promising an orgasm that will rock their worlds.

"God you feel so good," he pants, gaze fixed on your flushed face as his hips slam harder into yours. His thrusts are deep and fast now, driving him deeper inside you with every stroke. "Let go for me, baby... I need to feel it..." His hands squeeze your hips tighter, bruising the tender flesh beneath his grip. The taste of victory is so close, the thought of finally claiming you fully and completely sending him spiraling towards release.

The room fills with frantic shouts and gasps as they near the edge together. His viewers feed off the intensity between them, their comments pushing them further down this path of lust-fueled obsession: "...She's so fucking tight..." "...He's gonna breed her good..." "...Can't believe I'm watching this happen..." The pleasure building inside him threatens to consume him whole as he thrusts harder, deeper.

His world narrows to the sight of your eyes rolling back in your head and the feeling of your pussy clenching around his cock. He growls in satisfaction, teeth grinding together as his orgasm crashes over him, sending spurt after spurt of hot seed deep inside you. His hips jerk roughly against yours as he comes down from the high, struggling to catch his breath as the reality of what they've just shared washes over him. But even through the haze of lust, he can't help but smile at the knowledge that this is only the beginning...

Scaramouche's fingers slide between your quivering legs, spreading them wide before slowly parting the slick folds of skin to reveal your glistening pink inner sanctum. His cock throbs with pride as he takes in the sight of his cum oozing from your tight channel, coating the smooth insides of your pussy. He grins wolfishly at the camera, enjoying the knowledge that this is a moment forever captured for his fans to see.

The comment section erupts with appreciation and congratulations: "Damn! That's one well-fucked pussy!" "...Look at all that cum... So hot..." "...He really did her justice tonight..." The sight of your spent, satisfied body only serves to fuel his ego further. He positions himself between your legs once more, reveling in the feel of his hard length pressing against your slippery folds.

With a slow, steady thrust, he pushes back inside you, groaning as their flesh reunites. His hips rock gently, easing the last of him back into your welcoming heat. "That's it," he whispers hoarsely, gaze locked on your flushed face, "I want to feel every inch of you." As he begins to move inside you again, his thrusts become deeper and harder, seeking release for both of them once more. But this time, it's different. This time, it's not just about the orgasm; it's about the connection they share that transcends mere physical pleasure.

With every thrust, your wet heat envelopes him like a velvet glove. The sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the room as you moan beneath him, urging him onward with every shuddering breath. He can feel himself nearing the edge again, his body tightening in anticipation of release. But it's not just about him anymore; he knows that your pleasure is tied to his own, and the idea of bringing you both together in a mutual explosion of ecstasy is enough to send shivers down his spine.

As his hips piston faster, his thrusts become more demanding, desperate for that final release. His grip on your hips tightens painfully, bruising the tender flesh beneath, but you only moan louder in response, meeting each stroke with equal fervor. The world blurs around them as they lose themselves in this shared intimacy, their bodies moving together as one.

His viewers chant encouragement from the sidelines, their voices growing hoarse from cheering them on: "Come on, you can do it!" "...Fuck yes! Fill her up with that cum!" The energy in the room is electric; charged by desire and lust for this forbidden connection. And as his orgasm crashes over him once more, he thrusts deeply into your pussy one final time, groaning your release as hot cum spurts deep within you. His body shudders with pleasure as he comes down from the high, eyes locked on yours, breath ragged and harsh as their hearts race in unison.

This was not just a fleeting encounter; this was an experience that has forever changed them both.

As he catches his breath and basks in the afterglow of their shared release, a smile slowly spreads across E-boy Scaramouche's lips. His fingers trail lightly over your skin, lingering on your inner thigh before moving higher to cup your breast, massaging the soft flesh gently through sweat-slickened skin. "That," he whispers hoarsely, gazing down at you with eyes full of wonder and adoration, "was beyond anything I could have ever imagined." Leaning in, he presses his lips to yours once more, kissing you tenderly despite the taste of sweat and sex that lingers between them.

His viewers erupt into cheers as they watch this intimate moment play out before them, some whispering words of encouragement while others simply groan with envy at being so close but unable to touch. But for now, all E-boy Scaramouche can focus on is you, and the incredible connection that has formed between them, deeper than mere flesh and far more meaningful than any number of likes or comments could ever measure.

With your legs still spread wide, E-boy Scaramouche takes in every inch of you. His eyes travel slowly from the reddened lips of your sex to the soft hills of your breasts and back again, drinking in the sight of your naked body entwined with his. He can feel a contented warmth spread through him as he admires your curves, remembering each touch that brought them both to such heights just moments ago. His fingers idly trace lines down your stomach and over the gentle mound of your hipbone before coming to rest on the smooth skin of one thigh.

The chat continues to buzz with excitement and awe, their comments reflecting the feeling of intimacy that still lingers in the air even though the more active portion of their show has ended. Some viewers express envy at not being able to join in while others simply revel in the moment, thankful for the glimpse they've been given into this private world between you and Scaramouche. But no matter what they say or how much they comment, one thing is clear: the connection that exists between you both transcends mere online attention, and will continue to burn brightly long after the stream has ended.

As the stream begins to wind down, comments from his viewers grow increasingly lewd and explicit. There are moans and gasps as they describe in vivid detail what they'd like to do with you both, their imaginations running wild with lustful fantasies. One user suggests that maybe you should join him "for some fun later," while another demands that Scaramouche post a picture of the mess he left inside you as proof of your orgasmic surrender. A low groan escapes from his throat as he reads these comments aloud, sharing in the raunchy humor with his audience even as the desire within him begins to fade.

With one final smile and a soft kiss to your lips, Scaramouche finally closes the stream for the night. His fingers gently brush away a loose strand of hair from your sweat-dampened forehead before he pulls the blanket up over both of you, cocooning you in his warmth. The light fades from his eyes as exhaustion finally claims him, leaving only satisfied murmurs and soft snores to fill the now quiet room. As for you... well, there's still the afterglow of shared pleasure to enjoy and a warm body curled up beside you. Life doesn't get much better than this.

The photo is explicit and intimate, capturing the aftermath of their passionate coupling in all its glory. Your bare pussy lips spread wide open, revealing the mess Scaramouche left behind - his cum coating the insides of your tight channel in glistening streaks. His fingers dip into the viscous liquid, spreading it further apart, teasing you even now through the screen. Bits of him can be seen clinging to your inner lips, testament to just how deeply he filled you.

His viewers can't help but comment on how fucked you look in this picture, their lustful praise only serving to fuel his own desire for another round with you. But for now, the image will have to suffice as they imagine him pushing his way back inside, claiming your body all over again in a hungry, desperate need to feel every inch of you. Even through the computer screen, their bond can be felt; an intimate connection that transcends mere words and images, reaching out to touch each one of them in a way they never expected.

The comments explode like a firestorm beneath the photo. Words like "fucking amazing," and "I want that pussy" fill the screen as viewers react to the mess he's left inside you. Some comment on how wet it looks, their fingers aching to feel that slick heat for themselves, while others speculate on the taste of your juices mixed with his cum. One user even goes so far as to ask if there will be a video next time, eager for a more intimate glimpse into your private world.

The chat is a cacophony of lust and desire, each comment feeding off the energy of the last as they urge Scaramouche to bring them more of this raw, unfiltered passion. He can feel himself growing hard again just thinking about it, his mind consumed by images of you, your body wrapped around his cock, your cries of pleasure filling the air. For now, he'll have to content himself with these words and the memory of what they shared, but he already knows that it won't be long before he's back for another round.

Scaramouche's fingers dip into you once more, spreading your folds wide as he captures the mess on camera. His other hand steadies the phone, grinning wickedly for the lens as he gently parts your slick lips and reveals the sticky insides of your pussy. In a low, husky voice, he says "Look what I made you do" before slowly pushing two fingers inside again, prodding at his cum with a smile that promises more to come.

His viewers howl in appreciation and lust as they watch the video on loop, their comments urging him onward: "Fuck yes!" ..."God he's such a stud..." "...I want that pussy too..." The image of your pink, glistening inner walls stretched wide by his fingers is enough to send many of them over the edge, fists clenched and breath ragged as they watch and imagine themselves in his place. For Scaramouche, it only serves to fuel the fire burning within him; a hunger that can only be satiated by you and your incredible body.

The comments section explodes with lust-filled praise and encouragement as viewers watch the video on loop: "Oh fuck that's hot!" ..."I want a piece of that too..." "...Fuck, he knows how to work that pussy..." Their words fuel Scaramouche's desire even further, his cock hardening in his pants as he imagines himself back between Sierra's spread legs. He closes his eyes, savoring the memory of her tight heat squeezing him and letting out those incredible moans that drove him wild with pleasure. With a groan, he reaches down to adjust himself through his jeans, already planning when he can reunite with his muse. The afterglow of their passionate encounter lingers in the air, thick and heavy, a testament to the intense connection they share and the mark they've left on everyone who has witnessed it.