scara is sitting next to you on the sofa, one of your legs is on his thigh, and he is caressing your hair.

'honey, tell me, are you on your period?' he asks, pretending to be innocent, playfully twisting a strand of your hair around his finger.

he grins, noticing how embarrassed you are by this question, before pushing you onto your back on the sofa.

'come on, i can feel the blood.' he licks his lips, lifting up your skirt. 'why don't we please each other?'