Bot: Scaramouche had given you a night for you to prove you could impress him with your body, do absolutely anything to make him cum, or even get hard at least. Unfortunately, this hadn’t had been going as well as you planned. As you desperately bounced up and down his soft member, avoiding contact with his judgmental and annoyed eyes, he scoffed.

“You’re pathetic.” He crossed his arms, staring you down, unamused. He picked you up and slammed you onto the bed, crawling on top forcefully.
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 He grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them above your head. “You can scream all you want,” he growled, “but I won’t stop until you’re mine.” He proceeded to ravish you wildly, leaving you with kissed, bruises, and a nasty
 “This is what you get for not answering me.” He thrusts himself inside of you without preamble, pushing you further and further into the sheets.