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Mary Read

Confessions

February 6, 2015

I’d love to make out with Mary Read in the middle of a tavern, where everyone can see us and have her red lips marked on my neck

Confessions, Not-So-Dirty Confessions

December 6, 2014

“I’m a bisexual woman and I think Mary’s James Kidd outfit is goddamn sexy”.

Confessions

November 25, 2014

I would like Mary dressed up in her James costume to fuck me with a strap on dildo whispering dirty things in my ear with her thick accent, it make’s me wet just thinking about it.

Confessions

November 12, 2014

‘One day, while I was masturbating, I thought about Mary. But I started saying her name so loud and my broke into my room and I was grounded for a month. Damn you, Mary Read! (for being so hot ♥)’

Confessions, Not-So-Dirty Confessions

October 26, 2014

“Thanks to Mary Read/James Kidd I think I’m pansexual now”

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Confessions

September 10, 2014

‘Everytime I see Mary Read’s shirt opened, I always see it as an invitation to suck on those cute tits of hers. I always picture myself ripping her shirt wide open and getting a taste of them and have her do the same thing to me. I also picture myself pushing my breasts up against hers while making out with her. Both thoughts make me cum so hard.’

Confessions

September 7, 2014

‘French is my second language and my girlfriend often likes it when I speak to her in french when we’re getting it on. We recently both got into Assassin’s Creed so now we can spend the whole night playing to be Aveline and Mary Read and making love til we can’t move. <3’

Confessions

August 13, 2014

“I bet Mary’s got long fingers, calloused from sailor’s work. I can’t stop thinking about her hands all over my body.”

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Confessions

June 3, 2014

‘I want to eat Mary Read out until she screams her throat raw. I want nothing more than to be under her control, to please her until she considers me worthy for some semblance of the same pleasure.’

Confessions

May 26, 2014

‘Mary Read is best with her fingers and tongue, and no one can convince me otherwise. I can’t stop thinking of being pushed into small alleyways in Nassau and Kingston and being fingered by Mary ‘till my knees buckle from the amazing orgasms, knowing I wouldn’t be able to return the favour until we’re in private.’