Me, being taken wildly by Jacob:
“You like it?”
“Yes, boss”.
“Who’s your boss?”
“You, Mr. Frye”
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“I’d love to have not one but two Templar Grand Masters at my mercy. I’d ride Crawford Starrick hard while Haytham Kenway watched, stroking himself while he did so. Then I’d beckon him over and he’d strip off and I’d suck his cock while riding Crawford like a stallion. Then they’d switch places, Crawford coming on my face and Haytham inside me. Best. Night. Ever”.
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“I’m a Templar and Jacob’s leading me to the Yard. I try to resist but he threatens me, “I don’t want to hurt you but I can.” I shiver as he says this, already turned on. “Mr. Frye, maybe we can discuss the price of my freedom?” He pushes me inside the carriage, “I listen.” I smirk, unbutton his pants and suck his cock greedily. I want him to cum on my tongue. When he does I swallow everything and lick my lips. “Come visit me sometimes, handsome,” I purr into his mouth and kiss him before leaving”.
Confessed by: madamretto
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“I’d totally “charge” Lydia Frye’s “trench” once I’ve “softened it up,” if you know what I mean”.
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“I’m a girl, yes, but I fantasize about being a man and fucking Jacob hard in his ass and licking his neck. Hearing his shivering breath and moans…”
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“All I need in my life is Elise. And maybe Evie. And Aveline. The three of them pinning me down onto the bed and sharing sly looks between them as they prepare to make me beg and cry and whimper for their touch. Praising me when I make then gasp in delight in return… Sorry, what was I talking about again?”
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“I’m touching myself in my room when the door bursts open and Crawford Starrick walks in. I try to cover myself quickly but he tells me not to. He closes the door behind him and he approaches my bed. He tells me to continue and I do, more hesitantly. Then he drags me to the end of the bed and kneels down between my legs and eats me out like there is no tomorrow. His name is the only word that I scream when I orgasm”.
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“That one ‘Jacob Frye, at your service’ bit sends shivers down my spine. I always imagine him, wearing only his shilling necklace or perhaps a collar, purring it sensually in my ear before dropping to his knees to ‘service’ me”.
Do you mean this bit, mio caro?
~Claudia
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Mi dispiace for hijacking this but that audio?
~ Signora Paola (who used that gif thanks to the men desiring for a piece of Mister Frye)
“As much as I didn’t want it to happen, I’ve fallen hard for Jacob Frye. There’s just something about the thought of him coming back to the hideout bruised and battered, (but proudly victorious), from a particularly rough bout at the fight club or a gang war and needing a little bit of patching up. Perhaps we’d get up to a few other things after he’s fixed up a little, while he’s undressed with my hands on him”.
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