‘God, do I want Arno inside of me…’
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‘Just imagine Jacob is getting hardly fucked by Arno. The French pushes his Baguette slowly inside the Tea drinker while Jacob moans so loud that even the people on the street can hear it. Rough sex where lovely words has no space to pronounce it loud. But when Arno is talking, then in French so the younger Frye doesn’t understand a single word but he finds it hot as hell.’
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‘I want Arno to be on the top of me, while Jacob is fucking him in the ass. And then I’m doing a 69 with Jacob, while Ezio is in Jacob’s mouth.’
‘Arno’s little wavy swaggy butt makes me wanna grab it when riding and have lots of De Sade thoughts.’
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‘I just can’t stop imagining Arno and I doing phone sex… I wouldn’t be able to touch myself cause I would be in public, and he would say all the sexiest and dirtiest thing ever to make me go to the edge without being able to ever get satisfied… till I get home.’
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“You’re pole dancing for Arno to “Gods and monsters” by Lana del Rey, as he’s tied to the bed, making him beg to fuck you. Then you let him go and you have rough sex screaming each other’s name as both orgasm, digging your nails onto his back”.
Here’s the song.
Confessed by: justapartofmylife
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‘I want Arno to give me an Australian kiss, It’s a french kiss but down under :)))’
“I would give anything to be able to fuck Arno. Just tie him up and fuck him senseless. Anytime, anywhere, because he is just so hot and makes me wet whenever I see him. He is probably VERY experienced with that massive other hidden blade of his too”.
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“Imagine watching Arno, playing a few notes on the piano in Café Théâtre, while sitting next to him. Suddenly he is pulling you onto his lap, he teases you with sweet kisses, carresses your thighs, whispers with a rough voice:
“How about you sing for me now, mon cher?”
His grab gets tighter, as he grabs your buttcheeks, softly forcing you closer to his body. You place your hands on the piano, its making weird sounds, that make you laugh, but he silents your laughing with a French kiss.
Skin on skin, moans and screams – the Café might have closed for the day, but not for the night – especially not for you two.