“Imagine as you scream out Arno’s name, he smiles cheekily at you and licks over the love bites on your neck while constantly slamming into you”.
“Yesterday I was washing my dishes and needed to stretch my leg because it felt funny, so I put my leg up on the counter and I looked back, seen how sexy I looked and all I could think of was Arno behind me holding my leg up and fucking me from behind, breathing on the back of my neck and his free hand rubbing my clit. Now that I say it out loud it kinda sounds like a French maid fantasy”.
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“I would like to see Élise feeding Arno some chocolate.. Let’s just say that you know what they say ‘bout chocolate…. ;)”
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‘I just imagine running across the roof tops in Paris as Arno shows me his favorite places. We stop on the roof of a tavern and he pulls me in for a kiss while slowly undressing me and then making love under the stars.’
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‘Elise straddling Arno’s face as he eats her pussy like it’s his last meal… his moans are muffled by her cunt, but hers are unrestrained and loud. mmmmm yes. do very much want.’
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Recently someone asked about shirtless Arno… Well the closest thing to “shirtless” is this shirt where you can see his chest. Honestly this lets the imagination fly ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
WELL. I daresay this little “peep” into Signore Dorian is actually more effective than a full shirtless shot. Leaves a lot to the imagination, yes, yes. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
~ Signora Paola
P.S. Do not worry, Sister Teodora. I am just… appreciating the goods. No touching, I promise. ;D
I am satisfied and I feel a warm feeling… but not around my heart.
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-Sister Teodora.
This is very perfetto.
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~ Ezio
“I seriously want Arno fucking Dorian to bend me over the balcony he has and fuck me in broad daylight, and the afterwards screw on top of Notre Dame”.
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“Still grieving the loss of Élise, Arno is not in the mood for lovely teasing or romantic intentions. His growling startles you, but in the next second he drags you into his arms and forces you to the bed. Passive aggressive he prepares you, leaving bite marks all over your body, before keeping you breathless for the rest of the night. Instead of begging for mercy, you ask for more and all Arno can do is obey this simple, yet wonderful order of yours.”