‘I’d like to be out in the wilderness, with Connor, having set up camp in the snow, seeing in the new year by making tender love by the campfire. Then looking up at the beautiful night sky, seeing stars instead of fireworks.’
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‘I don’t want to simply kiss Clay at midnight on New Years Eve, I want to fuck him!’
‘Elise looking up with hope and joy…as Arno thrusts and thrusts, promising a better new year.’
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‘For this New Years Eve, I think Id like a gathering of myself, my husband, Jacob and Evie Frye and Arno Dorian. Between the champagne and naughty card games in which clothes are optional, I think a fine evening would be had by all.’
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‘(Don’t know if this comes quite early?) I have birthday on New Year’s Eve 31st of December. Suddenly I would wake up in the morning and Juhani is breathing softly against my ear. “Onneksi olkoon rakas,” he whispers in Finnish and I smile widely. During the day he treats me like a queen and I’m the happiest woman. But when it becomes dark I would get my ‘presents’. He would make sweetly or roughly love to me and I cum screaming when the fireworks are banging in the background!’
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From all of us at La Rosa in Fiore, we would like to wish you a very happy birthday! What a great way to start the new year!
‘Connor is rarely home when he hunts towards the end of winter, but you wait up anyway, everyday as he returns almost silently covered in snow and smelling of sweat. As you bathe him in hot water and scrub him down, you can never avert your eyes from his length of cock, and almost always without fail, he notices you peeking and smirking. And every night, as a promise, he makes love to you and you swear with each passing year, his dick feels bigger inside you. He whispers a happy new year as he cums for the final time this year and then wakes you for round 1 of the brand new year.’
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Coming back home to find Jacob sprawled on your bed, his hand working fast on his cock. He keeps stroking, looking at you with pleading eyes as his orgasm nears. You quickly jump on him, straddling him as you continue good un-finished work.
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I love the sweet and gentle touches amidst the rough sex; in my mind, Shay’s hands all over my body feels so soothing and tender as opposed to his intense and rough lovemaking.
I’ve imagined Crawford Starrick with tattoos on many occasions. I’d be all over him like an animal in heat, tracing the ink with my tongue before he fucks me hard into the mattress. 😍
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