‘I am absolutely convinced that Miss Lucy lets grandmaster Starrick fuck her however he wants, which also goes for finishing where he wants. I am certain those two are doing it. I bet he especially enjoys removing her formal clothes, as well as releasing her red locks as they fall down her naked back.’
‘For Lucy Thorne’s birthday I would tie her up and use a vibrator (or two) on her. And after serving an orgasm (or two) I’d say: “Happy birthday, Miss Thorne.”’
‘I bet Miss Thorne lets her grandmaster finish in or on whichever part of her he wants, be it her tits, mouth or otherwise. I am certain those two are fucking, and I am certain that they are all about the morning sex, too. Just imagine Crawford and Lucy having sloppy hot sex in the late morning. Damn.’
Lucy Thorne doesn’t get enough love. I’d want her to dominate me.
Lucy Thorne makes me so wet. I had never fantasized about a video game character in this way before that Templar came along. I would love to throw the naked Miss Lucy up against the nearest wall, penetrate her with a couple of my fingers and enjoy the sound of her moans of pleasure as I gently finger fuck her. I would probably suck on one of her perfect breasts for good measure, whilst rubbing myself up against one of her gorgeous thighs to get myself off. “Come for me, Lucy. I want to hear you scream my name.”
When I begin to feel her trembling through her orgasm, I would drop to my knees and begin to lap at the Templar’s soaking centre with my tongue. I would lose myself as I drank her dry and felt her hands grabbing for me as I sent her into spasms of bliss for a second time. As I look up at the post-orgasmic Lucy, her beautiful dark brown eyes catch my gaze and I beg her to ravish me then and there. No holds barred.
I would relieve Lucy Thorne of that Templar uniform of hers, anytime or any place…..*
*Including up against that lamp post.
I would let Lucy Thorne ride me like a racehorse.
I would love to spend Christmas with Lucy Thorne in a secluded log cabin. We spend hours cuddled up together in front of a blazing fire. I wouldn’t even care if we get snowed in. It would just give me the perfect excuse to lie her down on the rug and make love to her by the light of the fire. Her eyes are shining as she looks at me and says, “It’s time for me to give you your present, darling.” I simply smile at her lying naked in my arms and say, “You are my present, I love you Lucy.”
When I go to bed, I always end up imagining that Lucy Thorne is straddling me. She is gazing at me with a teasing look in her eyes. I watch as the fiery redhead begins to play with herself and I begin to feel that throbbing ache in my centre. It’s at that moment that my mind is snapped back to attention and I realise how wet I am. Maybe I should go back into my fantasy and ask luscious Lucy if she wouldn’t mind eating me out.
Confession by @leave-it-to-the-saints
‘Sometimes I just close my eyes and imagine that Lucy Thorne is in my arms. I unpin her hat to let her luscious locks of red hair fall down over her shoulders. I shudder as I put my lips to the Templar’s neck and I hear her moan my name in response. I crave the warmth of her body against mine. I just want to lie down, holding Lucy in my arms and gaze into her beautiful brown eyes all night. I want her so badly, it hurts.’
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