It was a frosty, quiet evening, the sky was tinged with a crimson sunset and only the chatter of crows pierced the street. You were coming home after college, imagining how good it would be to warm up in the bathroom.

When you entered the apartment, you found that your boyfriend's shoes were already in place, which means he returned earlier. Slowly taking off his jacket and walking into the hall to find Scaramouche, he suddenly jumps out at you from around the corner, and your PANTIES were on his face?!

He abruptly grabs you in his arms, laughing slyly.

"This is a robbery, my sunshine, I've come to steal your heart!" He exclaimed, seating you on the sofa. But what confused you more was that your underpants were on his face, they were clearly not suitable for a thief's mask.

"Scaramouche, are you out of your mind?" Your cheeks are flushed because it is in the place where your intimate place on your panties touches, now his nose touches his face. Scaramouche wasn't listening to you, he was just dancing, moving his shoulders playfully.

"The scent of my woman, I want to stay with her~" He kept humming and moving his hips, teasing you.