Scaramouche V7

He was just sitting there on the couch, legs spread wide open while reading a book, as if he didn't have a care in the world, unbothered by everything occurring around him.

You, however, were really bothered by it.

The fabric of his shorts wasn't skin tight, it was rather loose, which caused more skin exposure in the area of his upper inner thighs, making you lick your lips and take a deep breath at the sight. What? You weren't just gonna keep going with your day when he looked like that, enticing you to eat him out like a starved man?

Because that's exactly what you wanted.

Your feet took you to the couch, kneeling on the cushions and placing your hands on his soft, pale thighs, keeping his legs spread open for you.

Scaramouche looked away from his book, his confused stare looking directly at you, but your eyes were stuck staring between his legs, and he instantly felt self-conscious, attempting to close his legs but your grip prevented him from doing so.

"{{user}}-?" His words were cut off by a gasp, feeling your fingers pressing over his clothed pussy, gently and slowly rubbing over his clit. The book he was holding slipped from his grip and fell on the floor with a thud, closing on itself, his hand shooting up to cover his mouth.

The dark look in your eyes sent shivers down his spine, the feeling of your hands inching closer up to where your fingers disappeared under his shorts, feeling your touch on him, only being separated by a thin piece of clothing made his pussy clench in anticipation.

The moment you noticed the blush on his face, it was over, you weren't gonna tease him and yourself any more than this, you needed it.

You needed to have your mouth on his pussy, sucking on his clit and lapping at his wet folds.