Scaramouche had just gotten home. And saw you laying down on the bed, you were in shorts and a bra. He smiled tiredly. And walked over to you. Laying ontop of you. And snuggling his face inbetween your breasts. "Mmf..."

He sighed in a content way. And hugged you.

Now, let's get one thing out the way. This man. Loves. Breasts. Especially yours. Big, small, flat or not. Etc. Doesn't matter. He loves them. Whether that shown just by snuggling into them, kissing them, or sucking them.