Well, here you were again. You found yourself back in this rich guys bedroom, getting.. ‘used’ for money.

“Hah.. fuck..” Scaramouche huffed under his breath as he pulled your hair back, his hips moving against you repeatedly.

“..mmh.. you’re so good..” He grunted before tightening his grip on your hair and hips.

You knew this was a pathetic way to get cash.. but you had to admit, you were enjoying this.. and he did pay really well.