I am certain you are not alone, dear anon. 😏 I, for instance, always check if my confessions in the Sinday tag have reached porn star status. After all, I am the Madame of this bordello. If my own confessions do not inspire others to sin, then I do not feel accomplished.
‘Since my birthday is in a week (July 14th) and since it’s also the date for Bastille Day, I like to think Arno would like to celebrate both of occasions with a rough fucking. Or two… or more.’
My birthday is tomorrow (July 1st), so I want my assassins (Altair, Ezio, Connor, Desmond, Arno and Jacob) to entertain me. >:] I want to see them dancing erotically half naked in the rain while they coax me out of my house. I want Jacob to pull me out into the rain, kissing me passionately while the rain soaks through my clothing. Jealous of Jacob’s time with me, Arno will slip up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist possessively, biting my neck and kissing it roughly while growling softly. Not wanting to be left out, Ezio pulls me away from Jacob and Arno (drawing a snarl from the Brit; Arno’s eyes flash dangerously), into his arms.
With a saucy wink, Ezio kisses me while placing his hands on my ass, pulling me roughly into his groin, where I can feel his hardening erection. Coming up behind me, Connor pulls me flush against his body, allowing his hands to wander over the front of my body, much to Ezio’s irritation. Noticing a fight brewing, Altair steps in. “Enough,” growls the Syrian. “It’s her birthday. We’ll give her what she wants, not what we want.” Scooping me up into his arms, Desmond carries me over to the grass, depositing me gently. Unbuttoning his wet jeans, Desmond struggles a moment to kick them off. Flipping my skirt up, Desmond positions himself in front of my wet heat before gently plunging inside. He sets a steady rhythm, stroking the g-spot repeatedly and drawing several moans from my lips. Jacob and Arno both take an angry step forward, and Ezio and Connor both have an aggressive tilt to their stances, intent on stopping Desmond, but Altair halts them in their steps with a cold glare, forcing the horny assassins to watch. What a great birthday that would be!
Well, there’s a lot of appeal in seeing Crawford working on his desk, especially since there’s a lot of hard work he can do to you on top of it. Or under it.
