Arno loves my large breasts. While inconvenient for me most of the time, he helps me be thankful for them. Worshipping them, he spends time appreciating them. Sucking and biting them he tries to suck as much of a breast into his mouth as he can. And the boob jobs… I gain as much pleasure from them as he does. Seeing his hard dick almost disappear in my cleavage as my soft skin assaults his cock. – Axeman
I love the look of Elise’s hair-don’t get me wrong, she is an elegant woman still, but her hair is the jewel in the crown of her beauty. I love her hair’s color, her style of keeping it, and how it flows with her movement. I’d like to feel it, particularly when I stroke it aside and hold it behind the back of her head, so she can suck the hardness out of my dick.
I’m shy about my body but decide to be brave and surprise Arno
with some special “lingerie”. His eyes glitter and light up, reflecting the shine of the jewels draping my body like chandelier strands reminding him of the good taste he has in materials and women.
When my dick gets hard, I’d ask Miss Frye to oblige my request to make it soft again. Evie kisses the end of it, and then the sides of my legs before I gently hold the back of her head, and stuff my dick into her mouth. Evie gags on it, but still sucks it, and I stroke her forehead with my hand and lock my eyes with her beautiful blue eyes. She’s so beautiful, I think, even as she pleasantly groans from the feeling of my cum in her mouth.
I see him there, doing nothing yet stands vigorously. I know none about him, but one thing I’m sure is that his advent made my pupils burn and that sudden bumps pumping in my chest, eager for his skin brushes on mine, top to toe. Endlessly.
He sees me. And I’m stoned, pinned by his amber eyes. Slowly he walks towards me and without any command, my body just kneels down. He cups my chin, then his strong fingers slowly crawling down to my sensitive neck, then tuck them on my linen straps and slides them down delicately until I’m just a bare flesh.
He continues to explore me, and I let him be. Those stings from his silky caresses, made me scream for air. I followed what he did to me, uncovering any thick fabric from him away. Inch by inch we taste each other’s movements. Our hands. Our chests. Each other’s legs. The subtle moans, the goosebumps, the freeze on our skin, and the warmth of our fiery lust.
Oh, Bayek, you’re such a luscious a fatamorgana.
We have been riding for hours when he decided that we should stop by a lake to rest for the night. We dismount our motorcycles and started setting up camp. Night came and the stars were twinkling above us. Even with the campfire to keep us warm, the night was still chilly. “I still feel cold, Jacob.”
“Well now, there is a way to keep warm but we have to go into the tent and get naked,” he smirked taking my hand and brought me into the tent. I straddled the man, as we kissed. It did not take long for the cold tent to get heated up with passion. His hands strayed over my body, peeling every piece of garment off my body. We took it slowly at first. Soon, we were both naked and he towered over me. “Are you ready?” he asked. As soon as I nodded, he took my body at full throttle.
The next morning, let me just say, we were both sore but thankfully, not sore enough to render me unable to continue riding. Psst… Considering, I rode Jacob Frye half the night. 😏
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Picture credit: @llljacobfrye4lifelll and Universal Pictures
Connor loves ya, ladies 😀
I see your borderline pornographic Connor image and raise you a naughty gif
~ Signora Paola
I would love for Bayek to take me on top of the Sphinx while under a starry night sky.
So, what would I do if Jacob gave me THAT look? Well, I would return the stare, seductively running the tip of my tongue across my lips as my gaze wanders down to his. I’d then look back into his gorgeous eyes, flashing my eyebrows suggestively, and lick my lips again, showing him how hungry I am for him. I’d slip my arms around his waist, pressing my body firmly against his and grind, still holding his gaze. I’d lean in and let my lips linger upon his for a moment, trailing kisses along his jawline and up towards his ear, and gently nibble his earlobe before whispering… “Shall we?”
I just want to worship Lucrezia Borgia’s tits…