‘Jacob is a vampire and Connor is a werewolf. Both of them share me as I’m their mate in and out of the wedlock, where we make love so wildly. Only thinking of them like that made me feel so wet and horny!’
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Evie calling me ‘baby doll’ smoothly in her arousing voice while she’s straddling me, stroking my chest and pushing her lips onto mine as she pulls my panties down my thighs but I’d cum before she’s even started *blush*
Today is my birthday, 24th November, and I’m waiting for my only love. Jacob Frye. We are married from 15 years and it’s still like the first day. Same goosebumps. Same fast heartbeat. Same shivers down my spine.
He is in mission. He promised to coming back. He promised a surprise. And I wait with my heart in anxiety.
The fire place and the memory of his ardent kisses to warm myself. Each mission is a risk but this time it’s worse.
And I’m alone, before the fireplace waiting for him. with only
The thought of his warm breath on my neck arouses me and my hand slips between my thighs like a bold anticipation of future pleasures. My moanings in the air and the sound of the keys in the door. Here he is!
His lips on mine. Impetuous and ardent lips. They dig in my mouth and his tongue starts dancing with mine.
His hand on my breast and the other that lets slip my plaid. I’m naked in front of him. But there is still his coat to divide us. So I take off the last obstacle to our passion and…surprise! He is naked below!
Totally, completely naked and already ready for me! His horny cock is the best vision in my life.
And I can’t wait to feel it inside me. Jacob lifts me and I wrap my legs around his hips. Then he puts me on the carpet before the fireplace and he gives start to my more intense pleasure.
His tongue starts to lick my nipples and I’m already lost under his experienced moves. My moanings get lost in the flames of our burning passion and they increase when he starts licking my clit. My hands between his hair for push his face closer to me and my thrills of pleasure make wetter his beard.
“More Jacob! More! Don’t stop your ardor! Faster Jacob! Faster! I’m so close! Oh Jacob!
You are my wonderful birthday gift! I feel you! All around me! I feel you! Oh Jacob…!”
And when my pleasure has arrived to the top, all vanishes in a wave of deep and timeless sensations.
I look at him. His cheeky smirk makes me understand that he is satisfied of his effort.
So he approaches to me and says: “I love watching you lost under me. I love hearing your moanings and knowing that I am their cause. And now…my big surprise! As I had promised to you, honey!”
So in a moment, he slip inside me for a second round and I start to taste my big birthday surprise.
Happy birthday from all of us at La Rosa in Fiore, my dear! Sometimes, when a birthday reminds us that we are, again, a year older we need an older gentleman like Jacob to remind us how good “becoming older” feels. 😉
‘Sometimes I just close my eyes and imagine that Lucy Thorne is in my arms. I unpin her hat to let her luscious locks of red hair fall down over her shoulders. I shudder as I put my lips to the Templar’s neck and I hear her moan my name in response. I crave the warmth of her body against mine. I just want to lie down, holding Lucy in my arms and gaze into her beautiful brown eyes all night. I want her so badly, it hurts.’
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‘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!’
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‘It’s hard to pick my favourite thing about Jacob; I have a thing about his neck and shilling necklace definitely. But that hair… I love imagining how it would fall over his face as he looms over me. Not as much as I love to imagine running my fingers through it as his forehead rests against mine, making love to me slow and deep, or clutching it tightly as he buries his face between my legs.’
When I saw those four pictures of Jacob giving me those eyes, those lips and that hunger…I can’t stop thinking about him slamming into my pussy, the pain of his hips roughly taking mine, my moans: ‘Ah! Jacob–! AHH’ with each thrust, and his primal eyes, thirsty, yearning and unceasing, wanting me to give him more, and him taking me over and over again until he’s finishing streams of spunk all inside me and he’s groaning in pleasure as he pounds again and again until it’s all over me, spread over the walls of my womb, and my body.
And when he’s done, and I’m spent. I gasp as I feel his semi hard dick already trying to find his way back into my pussy, pressing between my butt cheeks and I smile as he kisses and bites my neck with his arms around my waist.
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‘Riding Jacob would be awesome. Most of the time, even though I Dom for a bit I’m such a power bottom. Like, I would love the idea of riding him slow while he talks dirty to me. How I’m such a good girl, fucking myself on his cock like that. Ugh. – L’
‘Jacob could be both a Dom and a sub to me, which is great because I’m a switch too! (And I’m also bi, similarities, people) Like, I love being dom’d but I am also a cheeky fucker that would ride the fuck outta that man until he couldn’t walk right. -L’
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