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
 He smiled as you tried to fight him off and grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head. “No one can hear your screams so let’s have some fun,” he hissed, his salty lips pressed to your neck as he moved his hand down your body.