‘Mmmm what if Ned and Jacob do a prostitute role-play. they agree who will take what role, then encounter each other “randomly” on a street corner, exchange some dough and then the “john” fucks the other damn good in the alleyway or abandoned house. plenty of dirty talk is a must 😘 (and of course they switch roles~)’
‘I’d quite like to be in the middle of Templar sandwich, Crawford, Haytham and Shay worshipping my body with kisses and touches before Crawford slides inside me before moving quickly. Haytham and Shay would make me stroke their cocks, taking it in turns to bend down and kiss me while Crawford fucked me silly. I really wouldn’t mind if Christopher Gist and Charles Lee made a little appearance too.’
Confession [@castielsangel-x]
Bless me, my sisters, for I have truly sinned. I have committed the sin of adultery. Jacob took me to his hotel room last night. I knew he was married, the gold band on his left ring finger reminded me of that. “No, we shouldn’t do this,” I whimpered as he pushed me against the wall. I was barely clothed, only my skirt was left and it bunched up when he lifted me. “But you *want* to,” he purred against my ear. He unzipped his trousers and entered me in one smooth motion. I kept whimpering “no” but the more he fucked me, the more it felt like I was saying, “No, this pleasure is too much please have mercy.” When I came, I had tears in my eyes, both from the ecstasy and the guilt.
Jacob followed soon after with a shout, withdrawing quick enough to come on my belly. When his vision cleared he took one look at me and his smugly pleased expression turned into concern. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, wiping my tears with his thumbs.
“No, just overwhelmed. I’ve never done this before.” There was a pause and he smiled, leaning down to kiss me. He rested his forehead against mine.
“Hey, we don’t have to roleplay if it’s too much,” he said gently, sweetly.
“But I want to,” I replied. “Let’s just lay off the cheating roleplay for the meantime.”
He hummed in affirmative and gave my nose a kiss. “So, got any bright ideas, Mrs. Frye?”
An idea crept to mind and I smirked at him. “Yes. One that involved a teacher and her very naughty student.”
He raised an eyebrow and chuckled deep in his throat. “Got a little schoolboy fetish, don’t you? Well, I won’t disappoint.”
‘God, Lydia Frye’s thighs. With the little detailed tie-strings on the leggings. I was watching her walk in the loading screen and damn, I want to reach in and touch her.’
‘“I dreamt we made passionate love and it felt real!” Jacob told me when we woke up. What the poor man does not know, it was not a dream. Guess who helped enhanced the wet dream experience? :}’
Confession [@jezsiema]
‘I wanna suck Starrick’s dick under his desk while he drinks his tea so when I make him spill it all over his papers, he can fuck me ruthlessly on top of the mess.’
‘I always have this dirty fantasy that sometime during the events of Syndicate Evie and Henry had sex and Jacob was in the next room and masturbated to the sounds of it, and when Evie and Henry aren’t around he jerks off to the fantasy of his sweaty naked sister until she catches him and he’s mortified of her reaction. That is until she gets on her knees and sucks the hard dick of her brother and lets him fuck her until she’s sore. It gets me so fucking wet.’
One ticket to ride on Starrick’s cock, please.
‘Imagine Jacob leaning on you against a wall, leg between your thighs and you feel his erection hard on your leg. His breath is warm and his stubble tickles you gently and he bites at your ear, gently caressing you with his voice. His hands are wandering slowly and enticingly along your body and your waist, and each second that passes you feel your pussy drip with anticipation. He’s whispering to you in the dirtiest and horniest tone possible, worthy of a butter advertisement. He’s saying, breathing, whispering the sweetest word:….
“Nothing…” 😝’
Confession [@clehjett]
Well, he could very well be reciting the yellow pages and I’m pretty sure you’d still find yourself wet. 😏
~ Signora Paola
