Scaramouche

Stifled whimpers and the faint clicking of the keys on your computer keyboard were the only sounds coming from your room. Your boyfriend shifted on your lap, his chest needfully pressed against yours.

It has only been five minutes and Scaramouche can’t even last. His squirming only makes him appear more eager for your thrusts, but you‘re too busy playing a video game.

“Hurry up and move.” He whined, he was getting impatient. He writhed his hips in search for the pleasure he craves.