‘“It tickles!” I giggle. Shay is between my legs, his fluffy mustache teasingly brushing my skin. His hungry tongue diving into me lapping my wet folds, eagerly nibbling sucking my clit until I am nothing but a breathless wreck. My hands dig into his thick shabby hair pull on it as I arch into his face in my rapture. When I recover my breath to speak I look at him, “Do not ever shave Shay!” Now he giggles sending me a coy smile, plant one last kiss there, “As you wish.”’
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‘I want Haytham to pound Shay in the ass while I sit and watch, fingering myself, giving them a good show as they both watch me, Shay moaning like a whore as Haytham fucks him.’
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‘I would just love for Shay to fuck me senseless. Like oh my God, he’s so hot!!!!’
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Read more at Secluded Haystack (Javascript-enabled; the page will prompt you few questions important to the story)
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A big shout out to our lovely Irishman, Shay Cormac, on this beautiful St. Patrick’s Day!
Kiss your Irish friends and loved ones today!
I shall dream of these Irish lips all day and night. *swoons*
Thank you, zephyrdany! A Happy St (Shay) Patrick’s (Cormac) Day from us all! Raise a glass of green beer and join me at the
Cèilidh!
♡ Fiora
‘I always imagine stressed out Shay taking it out on me in bed. Roughly. Caring about my pleasure as well. But just imagine his body on top of you, making a lot of noise that even the waves against the Morgan have trouble covering up. You, feeling the scars along his perfect body, each that tells a story.’
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‘Shay Cormac has caused me to commit an innumerable amount of pleasurable sins…’
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“Master Cormac is my Shay-by. I’d love to dominate him. Really nothing better than Irish loving~“
Confession [@gotsomanydemons]
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“I’d love to fuck Shay in any position he likes. I’d let him dominate the the ever living hell out of me”.
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“I would give anything to sail to Sapphire with Shay. He would make rough love to me first then a passionate one later in one of the shipwreck’s haul that stuck in the ice. Then we would perch up top of the wreck and watch the Northern lights while he would hold me in his arms whisper into my ear, “ I love it when you scream my name.” Of course we would crawl back into the haul for round three”.
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