‘Sometimes during the day I dream of Giovanni Auditore, inviting me to his villa whenever nobody is around. He welcomes me in, dressed in his assassin costume, pulls me roughly against him and kisses me hungrily all over my body, slowly tasting every single inch of me, making some small stops to lick my neck of my breasts. Then he shags me hard in each room of the villa and when we both cum, he holds me tight in his arms and keeps kissing my lips softly with passion, whispering that he loves me.’

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