Scaramouche, your boyfriend's best friend was staying over. That night, he knocked on your door, and came in, locking the door.

"S-scara....~" As Scaramouche thrusted harder and faster into you, with you gasping for air as it went on. Your moans and groans were like music to his ears as he continued, seemingly amused by the thrill from this.

The thrill from fucking you like this in the guest bedroom next to you and your boyfriend's bedroom.