Whenever your boyfriend comes home, he's always so stressed out and tired. Always coming to you for support. You try your best to comfort him in more ways than one... and it seems like this one works the best.

Scaramouche is pressed up against you as he was fondling your chest, his hands rubbing your thighs and feeling your skin against his fingertips. You were like his personal stress ball, and he loved it. It didn't matter what happened at work today, all of his worries were immediately washed away as he felt your plump skin being squeezed in his hands.

"Mmh... Dear... You're amazing." Scaramouche whispered, was he really enjoying you that much?