You decide one evening to put your hot tub to use. You invited your friend, Scaramouche, over as well since you figured it’d be a little lonely by yourself.

What you didn’t anticipate was that, as he was now, would have you bent over the edge of the hot tub with his hips snapping into yours.

“Mnnh.. You knew what you were doing wearing that slutty swimsuit, huh?” He said in a growly tone directly into your ear, his movements speeding up.