‘Altair probably loves giving rough fingerings – I bet he would love the sight of me writhing and moaning as my cunt clamps down on his two slender fingers and pulsates around them while I cum and squirt all over him. Fortunately I’m sure he would be happy to help clean up the mess afterwards…’
This is problematic, my dear anon. If Jacob Frye requires nearly 100% of your attention daily, can you even imagine the trouble of trying to shut up his Pene™ voice?
Of course, there is one foolproof way to shut it up~
~ Signora Paola
Jacob stirred restlessly, shifting from one side to the other in his seat. “Yes, it is a VERY NICE DAY TODAY, DON’T YOU THINK?!” he wailed, practically shouting at the end of his statement. Whipping off his hat, he positioned it on top of his lap, and began loudly humming Beethoven’s 9th symphony.
“What’s wrong, Jacob?” she asked, confused by her lover’s erratic behaviour. She looked him up and down, from the thin layer of sweat on his brow to the pained expression he wore, and to the stiff way he was holding himself.
Breifly ceasing to hum, Jacob opened his mouth to announce that he was fine, but before he could utter a single syllable, a high-pitched squeak piped up from uner his hat. “Oh shit,” he muttered, frantically searching the sitting room for a pillow or cushion.
Curious, and concerned, she put a hand on Jacob’s shoulder. “Honey, I’m sure it’s fine… whatever it is.” With her other hand she picked up Jacob’s top hat off his crotch and placed it on the arm of the sofa. Smiling at Jacob’s obvious erection within his pants, she kissed him on the lips.
When the kiss broke off, she undid his pants, and out popped Jacob’s pene. “It’s cold in here!” it shrilled, doing an upright dance. “Warm me up, sweetheart!” it directed this final statement at her, and she nearly fainted.
Holding on to the sofa, she took several deep breaths before looking at it again. It had a teensy tiny top hat. Jacob groaned, and turned red when he saw how intensely she was looking at his pene. She stroked it with her hand, and Jacob’s pene got even more excited. “Oh yeah, that’s the stuff. I get RESULTS, Big Guy, you should try it someday!”
THIS IS PERFECTION. THIS SHOULD WIN NUMEROUS AWARDS. THIS SHOULD BE PLACED IN JACOB FRYE’S BIOGRAPHY.
“I bet Jacob’s mouth and tongue would feel delicious against my cunt. Warm and velvety. It drives me insane thinking about what that would feel like, his tongue lapping away whilst his fingers find that special spot that can make me squirt…”
‘I love how each of the AC boys/girls have their sexual dualities; both rough and hungry yet soft and passionate. I’m sure Jacob or Edward, beasts as they are, can be soft, warm and make your heart cum out of your pussy. And yet hunks like Arno and Connor can also be dominant and relentless, hips whipping against your clit till you’re sore down there it’s almost blue 😍’
Oh, I definitely agree. I think these fine gentlemen would be, ehem, flexible enough to change their sexual “tune” however you want it. We all have our days when all we want is soft lovemaking that lasts all through the night, and those days that we just want some rough tumble that leaves us sore. 😉 Just because these gentlemen led the roughest or romantic polls doesn’t mean that they’re completely incapable of doing the opposite. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
‘I’ve got a thing for Jacob’s nips at the minute. They’re just so cute and perky. I could easily spend a good hour or two just sucking and licking those delicious nipples. While he fingers me gently of course. I’m not doing it for free 😜’
“I want to feel Connor’s head resting on my stomach after a round of intense sex. Then I want to feel his mouth travel lower and lower, teasing me with a promise of more to come.”
‘Imagine being stuck in a love triangle with Jacob and Arno. No matter what kind of competition they have, it always ends in a draw. The two decided to settle the score with a new way – by having a threesome with you. Whose name you moan first, wins.’
“I want to fuck Shaun on the Animus chair. Rebecca and Lucy can be off on a supply run or something, I don’t care where they are as long as they aren’t there. I want to push Shaun down onto the Animus and ride him into oblivion. I want to hear the noises he’d make when he can’t hold back, when he doesn’t want to hold back. I want him to be sweaty and weak in the knees by the time the others get back. I want him to be so well ridden, he can’t think of a snarky comment until the next damn day.”
‘I really do wonder the secret of Ratohnhaké:ton’s necklace, since I love the way his neck is. So muscular, strong; in other words, so lickable and tasty for me, I just cant keep my eyes off his face and glorious neck.. (This kink of mine started at the prison chapter, where he says “I will not die today, same cannot be said for you.” It is so sexy how confident he is..)’
