I want to be in a threesome with Arno and Elise. They are easily the two most attractive people I’ve ever seen. Being more experienced and adventurous, I’d imagine they would guide me as we made love, and they’d teach me their hands and lips and mouths to bring ourselves to the highest realms of pleasure. I’d love it to end with the three of us cuddling; me between the both of them.
I’m learning French (slowly) and I always get super stuck half way through and instead of eating a piece of candy as a reward for getting something right I think Arno would have some pretty interesting rewards 😉 – L
‘I want Jacob and Arno to meet all my kinky needs. Arno teasing me, keeping me on edge, while Jacob talks dirty to me about how bad I am, how I can’t be satisfied by just one of them, I need them both. Both of them calling me kitten. Ugh. – L’
‘Arno is such a bottom, like oh my gosh he probably fingers himself so often. I’m not into girls doing anal stuff to guys, but I’m certain that Elise had to have done it at some point. I know a twink when I see one.’
Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about Jacob showing Arno how great male on male sex can be, exercising caution the first few times to ease him into it and gradually showing Arno his rough side.
‘I am SO obsessed with Arno and Jacob. My perfect day would be when I come home and I see Jacob on the kitchen cooking and only using his apron and Arno in the middle of the bed with the sheets covering his butt and living at for imagination, oh crap I want they fuck me so bad!’
Confession [x]
Due to my lack of experience, and precisely because of it, I so deeply notice and crave that feeling of wet soreness, that gaping friction left in my pussy and its lips when a man’s dick has pounded in me. And I would so love it if my dear Arno could give that feeling to me like he did Élise ❤️
Confession by @clehjett
‘I wouldn’t mind being the filling in a Shay and Arno sandwich 😉’
Arno and I are playing strip chess. We’re down to only our underwear, and within a few more moves Arno has me at checkmate. I strip off the last of my clothes, and, naked, climb onto Arno’s lap. I let his hands roam where he wants, I let his mouth and tongue do what he wants. And as I’m straddling him, pulling down his breeches, he asks, “You let me win, didn’t you?” And I smile as I reply, “The Queen is the strongest piece on the board for a reason,” before I slip his long, hard length into me.