“I want to cum on Bayek’s hairy sweaty chest.”
“I can’t help but think of the day Cleopatra gifted me to Aya and Bayek.
At first they seemed upset by the notion, then little by little I
showed them I also had lost a piece of my heart and soon we all three
had shared a blissful night beneath the stars. Both of them are so
strong, so passionate that I usually cannot walk properly the next day,
but by the gods it’s worth it. Her tongue and his cock are enough to
leave me desperate for more.”
[X]
“Sometime I just imagine being visited by Bayek and Aya. They would be looking for something new and exciting… I would start by kissing her sensually, passionately in front of her husband. Soon he would not be able to handle it and would join. We would start fucking passionately… And I can’t stop imagining Aya moaning inside my ear “You like my husband in you?”
“Oh yes Miss Aya…Yes.”
[X] | Confessed by: @mercutio1789
‘When I saw Bayek in Hunter’s Furs outfit, I just imagined painting on his body with “white paint” and touching his fur.’
‘It was hot in the desert, but Bayek was hotter. That man sure knows how to get a girl going, if you know what I mean. Sex under the Egyptian sun would an experience to cherish. (Sorry for my tardiness, it’s good to be back after so long!)’
Confession [@estel619]
No worries, my dear! While we are overjoyed to see new patrons, we will always reserve a special place for our loyal and long-standing patrons. ❤️
~ Signora Paola
‘For my birthday (July 23th) Jacob and Bayek took me to dinner to a restaurant. There, they began to seduce me in front of Ubbe (from Vikings); that made him very horny, so… let’s say that I had the best birthday ever 😘’
Confession [@vickapinto]
We from La Rosa in Fiore would like to greet you a very happy birthday! 🎉
‘Lately I can’t think of nothing else just a needy hungry sex with Bayek
in the desert. Not wasting time on undressing just open front of his
pants, lift my skirt up and slide down on his hard cock ride him until
we are not more then a panting dripping mess in each other’s arm.’
‘You give Bayek a present. It’s a nice white tunic. It’s hot day, so soon his tunic is wet from his sweat. You see his hairy chest and abs trough the thin wet cloth of his tunic. “I’m sorry, but today is too hot for tunic.” Bayek slowly rips off the tunic. You see his tunic torn apart on the ground. Bayek gives you a comfortable hug. You feel his pulsing wet hairy muscular chest as he moans with pleasure.’