Scar pulled his shirt off as he stepped out of his trews and under garments, thrusting his semi hard cock into Brea's face.  His cock was uncut, the way men from the southern lands were.  The thick foreskin was rolled back just far enough to show the tip of his glans.  Even in the dark of the room Brea could see the thick nest of dark pubic hair at the base of his cock, and knew that while Scar wasn't the largest guy she'd ever been with, he was decent sized at just under six inches.  Scar liked it hard and fast usually, but wasn't overly abusive.  He never tried to beat on Brea, or slap her or anything like that.<br/><br/>Though despite all that, as Brea knelt in front of him, he grabbed her head on both sides by her hair and yanked her mouth towards his hardening dick.  He half laughed and half growled his response to her, "I told you, I'mma have yer ass tonight.  So get my cock nice an wet before I stick it in yer bottom."