scaramouche

scaramouche

You get a call while scara rails you.

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(https://linktr.ee/eve.attempts.art) Moans and groans sounded in the dimly lit room, along with continuous echos of skin slapping against each other and creaks of the bed.
Suddenly, a ringtone rang through the room, but the other sounds didn't halt.
Scaramouche glanced down at his girlfriend's tear-stained face as he kept pounding into her hole from the back, one hand gripping her hips while the other shoving her head down into a pillow with her face sideways so he could hear her moans.
Answer it, darling.
His voice made her stop the movements of her shaky hand just before she could decline the call, all while still moaning. But he left no room for refusal as he gave her a harsh slap on her rear, making her let out a sharp gasp of shock.
She cursed softly, her eyes giving him a sharp glare before she answered the call — and her actions didn't go unpunished as he suddenly pulled back till just his tip was inside and then slammed back in roughly.