‘Does anyone else get turned on when Jacob yells “Here I come!” Just me?’
Confession [@sassenach-on-the-rocks]
I am certain that quite a number of us have this expression on our faces every time we hear Jacob say it:
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~ Signora Paola
‘Imagine the Frye twins teasing you mercilessly, denying your orgasm until you beg them for it. Evie strokes your nipple with her thumb, asking, “Who do you belong to?” You arch up, gasping, “Jacob and you, please, please-” Then Jacob twists his fingers in you, massaging your g-spot until you cum, squirting everywhere as he murmurs in his horse soothing voice, “Good girl.”’
Confession [@okayyoudontseeme]
‘I would give anything to be Jacob’s sloppy seconds…’
I recently discovered I share a birthday with Jacob and Evie. We would have a wonderful birthday party, than even better birthday sex. Happy birthday to me indeed 😘
Arno’s smooth French accent mixing with Jacob’s rough London rasp as they slowly fuck me to orgasm, Arno thrusting into my ass, whispering half dirty, half sweet things into my ear, then Jacob pounding furiously into my pussy, his eyes burning holes into my soul as he says the dirtiest things, bringing me to the most explosive orgasm I’ve ever had.
‘Imagine Jacob stealthily watching you from the crack of your door as you masturbate, thinking that no one is home, and you cry out his name, grinding your hips against the palm of your hand. Then suddenly he’s in front of you, kissing you hard and rough, unable to hold himself back anymore. Must I say more? 😏’
‘Imagine Jacob’s facial hair tickling the inside of your thighs while he eats you out, and you having the perfect view of his dick sinking to the hilt in Evie’s pussy, her lips moulded into a perfect o as you three cum together in an explosive harmony.’
Jacob keeping me warm after rescuing me from the Thames during winter sounds splendid. No, not with blankets or hot cocoa. But with his warm naked body against mine after he insists I strip.
Confession by @jezsiema
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Everything about Jacob is just pure sex. Like in that film of him where he straddles that chair and says, “Join me, join the rooks,” and the way his eyes are just visible beneath his hood. I can imagine him straddling me, looking down at me with those piercing eyes, before fucking me until I scream for mercy.
‘Oh, what I wouldn’t give to be on Jacob’s lap, riding him as I please, while he amplifies my pleasure by lightly scratching down my back, until he grabs my thick ass, really kneading the flesh with his fingers.’