‘I’m spending my birthday in Italy (October 26th) and I can only think about having a threesome with Ezio and Leonardo. It would be a nice passionate fuck with lots of Italian talk. Too bad it’s the 21st century though :(’
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From all of us at La Rosa in Fiore, we would like to greet you a very happy birthday!
‘I had a dream last night where Shay fell back onto my bed, pulling me on top of him, and all I could hear were his desperate groans as I rode every wave of his upward thrusts. I still have a shadow feeling of his godly cock deep inside me.’
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I can imagine Jacob lying on his back, sucking on my clit while I’m grinding on his face, moaning loudly, enjoying myself. But what makes me even hornier is the sight of him jerking himself off rapidly behind me. As I look at him again, our haze gazes meet and I cum hard on Jacob’s tongue instantly, leaving a couple of marks on his chest with my fingernails. He follows me with an animalistic growl and I tremble, feeling drops of Jacob’s semen of my lower back – that’s how powerful his orgasm was.
All I can do now is lie down beside him, while Frye is hugging me, holding me tight, just smiling and whispering something I can’t hear ‘cause I’m falling asleep from being too exhausted (in a good way).
Confession [@madamretto]
Recently I’ve been having some naughty thoughts about George Westhouse- imagining those beautiful dark brown eyes gazing at me lustfully from beneath his hood as he pounds into me. He definitely looks like a man of experience who has plenty of ways to make a woman feel special ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
It is no problem, my dear! Sometimes, taking a break not only works wonders on our creativity but also our… enthusiasm ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
~ Signora Paola
October, now that’s a love/hate relationship if I’ve ever known one.
There’s always the 25th, been my birthday for quite some time now. But since last year there’s also the 21st, the day that our family dog, which we acquired first, passed away very suddenly.
So these are the kind of days I’d love to spend with Haytham. Just for him to hold me close on the 21st and the days after that, just some hugging and snuggling, Netflix all day and comfort food.
Then the 24th he’d try to engage me in normal day activities again, going for a walk with the other dogs or getting something to drink in a nice café.
Then for my birthday he’d have a whole day planned. He’d start the day with breakfast in bed. Then we’d go to town for some shopping or just some strolling around, perhaps catch a movie. At night we’d get some dinner, which would either be fancy af or just getting a nice pizza.
Then we’d return back home where he’d give me my present, a gorgeous necklace, which I would accept both happily and reluctantly since he’d been spending money all day on me already.
He would stand behind me, sliding my hair to the side to put the necklace around my neck. As he would close the clasp he’d start kissing up and down the side of my neck, knowing how much I love that.
He would then turn me around, look me in the eye and whisper “Happy birthday, darling. Now, allow me to show you how much I love you.” He would gently guide me back to our bed where he would lay me down and start kissing down my body whilst slowly undressing me.
His name would be leaving my lips in a whispered prayer within no time, gaining volume as he’d bring me closer and closer to the brink with those dextrous hands and that devilish mouth of his.
He would leave me laying then, standing in front of the bed and start slowly undressing. Reaching towards him he would cave, pouncing on me and ravishing me.
Needless to say, talking and walking the next day would be quite the task.
Confession [@chrisfoxman]
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Buon compleanno from all of us at La Rosa in Fiore! 🎉🎉🎉
As soon as I saw Lucy Thorne in action I wanted her to destroy me. She’s so stressed at her job, she could come home and take all that stress and frustration out on me, using me in any depraved and imaginative ways only she could.
In my fantasy I imagine myself lying on my back with my legs spread open and vaginal speculum inserted in my pussy. There are several assassins standing around me and jerking their cocks off – Jacob, Shay, Ezio and Connor. I am rubbing my clit, looking at them in anticipation. Then one after another they are cumming into the speculum and their thick load of sperm is dripping down my inner walls going through the tool.
“Your belly is going to be so beautiful when you’ll get pregnant with my child,” Connor whispers to me, caressing my hair gently.
“No, she’ll be carrying my child!” Ezio yells, looking very determined.
“I think you both are wrong, mates,” Shay has the slyest grin on his face right now.
And all this talk about me being their personal breeder of some sort just pushes me toward my biggest orgasm but I stop before I can cum ‘cause I see how Jacob who was silent all this time, takes the speculum and pulls it out. All the semen is now licking out of my cunt down my butthole however Jacob collects most of it with the tip of his dick and enters me in one swift thrust. I scream as he reaches the entrance to my womb and growls, “The only baby you are going to be knocked up with will be mine and mine only!”
And there I cum like crazy, feeling him shooting his final load very deep inside of me and it mixes with the sperm of other assassins. I don’t know whose baby I’ll be having in nine months but at this moment I don’t really care as I’m lying there while my whole body is shaking wildly.
Confession [@madamretto]
‘After Arno comes back from a long mission, I help him unwind for the day by running him a hot bath and bringing him up a bottle of his favorite wine. “Will that be all, Monsieur?” I ask, waiting to be dismissed. He looks straight at me: “This is a fine wine. It would be a shame to drink it alone, don’t you think?” When I finally get what he’s hinting at, I blush, but I realize there’s more ways to help an Assassin ‘unwind’ when I find myself naked and in bed with him a few minutes later…’
‘Calloused hands finds their path from your thighs to your hips. He pulls you closer from there, on the edge of the table. Manhood slides against you and finally inside. Hungry kiss drinks up your sighs and moans. Hips are pulled closer again, impossibly close. He pulls out and pushes back in, making sure to drag your hips to meet his. You move together, breathe in each other and lust for the other. No skin goes without attention nor need goes without satisfaction.’