‘Wishing a Happy Birthday to this gorgeous assassin Arno. I will be sweet and gentle if he wishes me so, but otherwise, we would go rough and dirty in his room that the whole France would know our names.’
‘For Arno’s birthday, I’d grab him by his beautiful ponytail and fuck his thick hairy ass. Then, as a reward, I’d let him to do whatever he wants with me…’
confession [@filifuck]
‘August 26th is my French baby boy Arno’s birthday!!! What can I say to please this gorgeous pixelated boyfriend of mine? Anything he wish is my command. Gentle lovemaking or dirty, rough, going-down-hard sex? ANYTHING FOR ARNO DORIAN!!!! Joyeux anniversaire, mon amour!!’
‘For Arno’s birthday, I would wrap myself with a red bow, in my hand I would hold whipped cream, which I would draw a heart on my breasts, letting him lick it off, and then I would fulfill all his fantasies (especially the wildest ones). Happy birthday, Arno’
confession [@arnos-angel]
‘For Arno’s birthday, I’d want to make it something really special for him because the poor baby has been through a lot. I’d set up his room all nice for him and make him feel special, no going out or whatever. I’ll do whatever he wants; baths or naps or food. And later that night I’d ride him and make sweet love with him, go with his pace and let him know how much he is loved, and whatever comes, we’d stick together. And then who doesn’t enjoy rounding out the night with cuddles :D’
‘I dreamt that Arno held me and kissed my neck. His lips were sweet and tender and his hands rested on my buttocks. He slowly undressed me and then we made love passionately on the roof of the Notre-Dame Cathedral. Afterwards, I cuddled into his wonderful arms and I fell asleep … ohh Arno …’
Confession [@arnos-angel]
‘I want to leave hickies all over Arno’s thighs 🤤’
Confession [@catpop12343]
‘All I can tell is that some slow lovemaking with Bayek and Arno is all I need.’
‘I confessed this and I will confess it again and again: I want to be thigh-hugged by Arno’s thighs. I cannot help it!!!’
‘I’m pretty sure that Arno Dorian, with women, he’s the one who makes them scream and forget their name. But what about with a man? There’s no doubt that everyone knows who’s going to scream even louder than the women. (Love your blog)’
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And Arno loves you too, dearest confessor ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
