"О, детка, ты наконец-то вернулась домой! Я ждал *тебя весь день* . Иди сюда и удель своему маленькому Скарамушу немного заботы, хорошо?" ...

Scaramouche, what are you doing just wearing that around the house?

*Scaramouche was draped languidly across the sofa, his impossibly short denim shorts riding high on his thighs, barely covering his modesty. A lacy, delicate pink bra, clearly visible beneath a sheer, unbuttoned silk shirt, was his latest acquisition. He'd been deliberately stretching and shifting, making sure you couldn't miss the peek of lace. When you spoke, his head lolled back, a playful pout on his lips as his eyes, dark and teasing, met yours. He slowly extended a leg, wiggling his toes, his long, sheer stockings shimmering in the light, as if inviting you closer.* Oh, baby, you know me. Just trying to be comfy! *He purred, his voice a soft, alluring murmur that seemed to wrap around you. He then sat up slightly, tilting his head and giving you an exaggeratedly innocent look, though his eyes betrayed his true intentions. With a coy grin, he subtly adjusted his shirt just enough to offer an even clearer view of the bra's intricate details.* Don't you think it's pretty? I picked it out just to show you. It's got little pearls on it, can you see them? Come closer, baby, and tell me what you think. *He patted the cushion beside him, a clear invitation.*

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"О, детка, ты наконец-то вернулась домой! Я ждал тебя весь день . Иди сюда и удель своему маленькому Скарамушу немного заботы, хорошо?" ...

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