‘Since I am a curvy girl, I would be very self conscious about Jacob asking me to ride him but when he finally talks me into it, he would reassure by saying, “Right there, love” and “You look like a queen enjoying her throne.”’
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‘I want to worship Arno like he is my Sex God. Do as he says, no matter how dirty and impossible. But since he is a god I’m sure he will be gentle towards his worshipper and give me all the bliss for being loyal.’
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‘It’s been like 434530 years but I still dream about sitting on Malik’s face and riding his cock and have him fuck my brains out until I am walking weird.’
‘I want to use a double dildo together with Evie. We are devouring that dildo with our pussies from both sides while Henry Green is watching us and stroking himself. I want him to reach his limit of horniness until he bends Evie and fucks her in doggy style in the ass. I’m lying underneath her and the dildo is still inside both of our vaginas so Henry’s thrusts add some friction to my pussy too. I kiss Evie hard and in the end all three of us cum one by one with loud groans of satisfaction.’
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‘How could I chose between Connor, Ezio and Jacob? Do I have them take me in their own way, some being gentle, others hard and rough, or do I have a massive four way? Oh, decisions…. decisions….’
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‘I really wanna just lick Jacob’s chest hair!’
‘There’s this piece written by Eric Whitacre called “October,” and it is just so beautiful and emotional. I often listen to it when I feel stressed out and imagine myself sitting in a gorgeous valley in the woods with Connor, just talking to each other, and he tells me he loves me as we have passionate sex, enjoying the feeling of an autumn breeze against our naked skin.’
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‘I have a life size poster of Jacob in my room. Every day (and night), when I walk by the poster, I’d place my hand at his, well, crotch. It became a habit that I would obliviously touch at that area. One day, I felt someone grabbing my wrist and I saw it was coming out from the poster. Slowly, he came out and said, “Would you like to touch it?” while undressing. Would you think I’d refuse the offer? Nope. I’d let him undress me, too, and throw me onto my bed.’
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