‘For Arno’s birthday, I’d love to surprise him with a night to ourselves. His sweet lips would caress with my own as I let him fuck me to his heart’s content.’
Confession [@arnosblxde]
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Today, August 26th, is Arno’s birthday. What will we do, Élise and I, to please him? Lesbian tribbing on his cock and the most savage sex ever in Eiffel Tower. Oh yes… 😏
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‘For Arno’s birthday, I want to kiss him in the tenderest of places, his lips, to neck, and chest as we undress to both our birthday suits and give each other into beautiful love making. For Arno is a gentle soul and deserves to be loved gently and passionately. It will be a birthday night Arno will never forget.’
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‘For Arno´s birthday I want to be sure he knows how much I love him. So I´ll satisfy every one of his desires in that important day… especially the dirty ones. Just as he deserves <3’
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‘I gaze up longingly up at him as he enters me, slowly and gently at first; but soon, spurred by the pleading in my moans, his hunger overtakes him and his thrusts take on more desperation and urgency. I’m clinging to his shoulders as I’m engulfed by white hot peaks of ecstasy, and I hear him let out little moans of pleasure as he empties his seed into me. As we gaze at each other, trading kisses, I breathlessly ask, “It’s your birthday, Arno. Why do I feel like I’m the one who got a gift?”’
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‘I start off by stripping off his coat, his vests, his shirt, all the while hungrily leaving kisses across his neck, his lips, his bare skin. My kisses trail down the sculpted muscles of his chest, before I swiftly start to unbutton his breeches. “You’re a greedy one,” he remarks with a smirk. I smile back. “It’s your birthday, Arno Dorian,” I say sweetly, “I must see you in your birthday suit.” And, pulling his breeches off, I smother his thick, rigid cock with my mouth.’
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‘How am I going to celebrate Arno’s birthday? Well of course, I’m going to be licking the icing off his candle, if you know what I mean~ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Joyeux anniversaire, Monsieur Dorian!’
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“And what present did you get for me for my birthday?” Arno laughs, as I lead him blindfolded to his bedroom. When I’m ready, I tell him to take off the blindfold, and when he does he sees me sprawled out on the bed, with nothing but satin ribbons covering my naughty bits. “C’est ça! C’est moi!” I announce with a giggle, and Arno laughs again as he crawls into bed with me. “Just what I’ve always wanted,” he says with a charming half-smile, tugging on the ribbons to undo them.
‘For Arno’s birthday on Aug 26th, I want nothing more than to treat him to sweet, loving, sensual sex, where I’ll ease his worries; soothing him with my mouth and my lips and my tongue; letting him find comfort between my legs; making him forget the burdens of his sorrows, even just for a little while.’
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It’s Arno’s birthday, and I’ve prepared a sumptuous platter of all his favorite desserts – but he’s distracted from it because I’m sitting in his lap, wearing nothing but a lace bra and panties, and feeding it to him. Occasionally, bits of whipped cream or strawberry juice would ‘accidentally’ drop onto my cleavage and thighs, and I’d invite Arno to lick it off me. But once he’s had enough of all this teasing, he carries me up to his room for a different sort of “dessert” altogether ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)