‘Bayek, why are you married? Now my heart says it’s wrong to want your body. But whatever, my nights will continue to be more fun thinking of you.’
Bayek’s voice, muscles and those full lips make me so bothered. I just want to kiss, lick and bite those lips as he pounds into me hungrily…
Confession by @threrorian
I wouldn’t lie, but I dream of Bayek watching me as I sleep, eyes pouring over my naked frame and curves exhausted after a night of foreplay that turned into amusing passionate sex. Wanting to rouse me he’d smirk as he’d tease my breasts making my nipples hard. Opening my eyes I’d meet his hazel ones staring at each other. Without a single word I’d take him in my arms kissing his neck, wrapping my legs around him as we fuck each other once more in the morning light. -SweetSummons
Confession [@sweetsummons-blog]
‘I want to lick Bayek’s pecs and nipples and palm his boner through his pants.’
‘Oh gosh, how much I would like to get lost in Bayek’s honey colored eyes while he makes love to me the most tenderly. Yes please. ❤’
Confession [@shatinn]
‘The new trailer for AC Origins has just increased my thirst for Bayek 😍 Imagine those beautiful full lips worshipping every inch of you (and paying particular attention to a very specific area 😉)’
‘What a delight it would be to feel Bayek’s lips nibble my sensitive skin, his little bites leaving many marks behind. To feel his breath on my lips before he kisses me to muffle my pleading cry to no more then a timid moan. To have him fill me up with his hard cock all night long and give me many delicious pleasures that only he can bring out of my body that craves only for him.’
Confession [@shatinn]
I want to suck Bayek’s brown and large cock to hear him saying dirty things in his native language while he is cumming.
‘I feel warm surrounded by floating darkness, I dream of a gorgeous man who’s about to make love to me. It brings tingles to my skin the touch of his hands caressing my body, I move to the teasing as he ventures towards a more sensitive place. His fingers drag on my inner thighs, his thumb circles on my clit, draw a begging sight out of me. “Take me, Bayek.” The pleasing hand stops, pauses for a moment. “With pleasure,” I hear the low voice. My eyes open as I flush with a soft surprise – oh gash, it is not a dream, this is real. Bayek gazes at me. “Let me finish your dream.” His wonderful smiling lips kissing me as he sinks his cock in me and starts to fuck me like he is in a desperate need to. He makes me a writhing mess; I reach my peak so fast all I register is his honey coated moans as we both fluster in our bliss.’
I see him there, doing nothing yet stands vigorously. I know none about him, but one thing I’m sure is that his advent made my pupils burn and that sudden bumps pumping in my chest, eager for his skin brushes on mine, top to toe. Endlessly.
He sees me. And I’m stoned, pinned by his amber eyes. Slowly he walks towards me and without any command, my body just kneels down. He cups my chin, then his strong fingers slowly crawling down to my sensitive neck, then tuck them on my linen straps and slides them down delicately until I’m just a bare flesh.
He continues to explore me, and I let him be. Those stings from his silky caresses, made me scream for air. I followed what he did to me, uncovering any thick fabric from him away. Inch by inch we taste each other’s movements. Our hands. Our chests. Each other’s legs. The subtle moans, the goosebumps, the freeze on our skin, and the warmth of our fiery lust.
Oh, Bayek, you’re such a luscious a fatamorgana.