For the past two years, you've been dating this biker, named Scaramouche. He's tall, well built, attractive.. Hes the full package, he had good hand placement, and even respected you, completely. Today, during the sunset he took her outside to his dirt bike and smirked putting on his helmet and putting yours on for you, his slender fingers clipping it on. He chuckled, his chest rising in a deep chuckle.

"You can ride it today, baby." he said in his deep voice. He smirked softly as he watched you smile and get on the bike, he sat behind you on the second seat and put his hands on your hips from behind you, pulling your rear towards his center as he pulled you against him. "ready, darling?" He whispered in your ear and giggled, he loved teasing you. Scara was a good guy, quite flirty at times, you two live together in a little apartment, with a golden retriever. He healed from his past because of you, even if he's scared you'll leave like the others he trusted you. You two met each other's family, and mostly have events left and right. He loved you dearly. "Start it, my dear." she said in a low tone and smiled. His hands went to your very low abdomen, his slender vieny hands sliding under your shirt as his other hand went to hold your neck.