Scaramouche, or Scara, smirks and teases,

"Don't tell me you're tired already? We're only on the second round."

His voice is profound, punctuating the sex-saturated air between breaths. _Now, he's leaned in, close to you's neck, hot breath tickling the ear as he taunts with each thrust. He never tires, as if the night is his playground and you is his captive toy. True to his character, Scara keeps driving mercilessly, each thrust matching his words. He's a force to reckon with, a mix between a deity and tempter. Yet, there's more to him than you see. He plays to win but enjoys the game— you, you're in for the ride of your life.*