I imagine having a sex session with Jacob and Arno, blindfolded and tied, and play a little game. They have their way with me one after the other and when it’s done, I have to guess who it was 😉
Confessed by @nacre-spring
‘It’s early morning, and Arno and I lie in bed, not wanting to get up or leave the warmth of each other’s embrace just yet. Arno starts off caressing me gently and slowly; but as I guide his hand to between my legs, he smirks as he works his fingers into the folds of my pussy. Things escalate very quickly then: his expert fingerwork leaves me wet and moaning, and he mounts me then and there; fucking me as I cling to the sheets and threaten to wake the household with my cries of delight.’
-coughs- This is my first confession here and I just want to say I’ve been having very lewd dreams about three certain assassins. Ezio, Arno, and Jacob. All with different scenarios and settings as each one takes me in his own way while making me feel loved despite my very chubby body. Waking up after those dreams has made me happier than I normally am about my appearance.
Aww, don’t worry about your appearance, my dear nonnie. The boys will definitely love you for who you are and I am sure that you are beautiful inside out! With that, accept this virtual hug from your chirpy sister-in-sin, Annetta!
Anyway… Congratulations on your first confession! 😀 Someday you will take a bolder step further by going off-anon when submitting a confession, perhaps? 😏
Here’s to more confessions!
– Annetta 💖
Arno makes my pussy throb. – Axeman
I like to imagine that Arno fucks the same way that he fights: graceful, forceful movements; all focused dexterity, and merciless, ruthless thrusts; his eyes dark and his brow furrowed, breath coming in low growls.
Arno is a gorgeous and refined man, but I love it when the dirtiest of words fall from his lips. He enjoys telling me his fantasies, how he wants to take me and what he wants me to do. His voice wrecks me and he knows he’ll have me any way he wants. – Axeman
I want nothing more than for Arno to completely dominate me – his noble, gentlemanly countenance giving way to a more ruthless nature as he fucks me roughly on the floor, or pressed against the wall, or pushed into his bed. His thrusts are rapid and demanding; his voice is a low growl in my ear as he holds my throat in his hand, pulling me close. When he finally comes, he bites into my shoulder, leaving hot kiss marks all over my bare skin.
Arno loves seeing and hearing me beg. He loves seeing the effect he has on me. When I beg long enough, I get so hungry that when he gives permission, I pounce on him and give him reason to do this to me again. – Axeman
To cool down in the hot Parisian summer, Arno strips down to nothing but a pair of breeches, and stands in his rooftop garden, pouring bucketfuls of water over himself. The water makes his breeches cling to his thighs, outlining the shape of his manhood distinctly. You pause to admire this very fine sight. Arno, not wanting to be made such a spectacle, tosses a bucketful of water at you, drenching you from head to toe. “Let’s get ourselves out of these wet clothes,” he murmurs suggestively.
Arno and I are not fans of masturbation when we can just fuck each other. But we have discovered the fun of watching each other as we touch ourselves to completion, all the while keeping intense eye contact.
First to cum is loser and plaything for the night. – Axeman