Arno and I are not fans of masturbation when we can just fuck each other. But we have discovered the fun of watching each other as we touch ourselves to completion, all the while keeping intense eye contact.
First to cum is loser and plaything for the night. – Axeman
“Where are you going ma cherie?”
“To the church. I have been succumbing to naughty thoughts and must confess my sins.”
“Ah, but why go to church when you can confess them to me?” Arno suggests as he bares my chest to him. My eyes close and I moan when his mouth suckles at a breast.
His voice muffled, he continues: “And as your penance you must perform every. single. thought.” Each word punctuated with a bite has me scrambling to start my repentance immediately. – Axeman
I keep thinking I’m asking too much by wanting Desmond to give me his “special” attention but I just really want to be showered by his love as we lay together before starting our love making once more. *sigh* my love…..
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I want to be screaming from Arno roughly pounding into me while he repeatedly rubs my clit with his thumb with each powerful thrust. Now that’s what I call, a “NIGHT”.
“Arno and I are both getting frustrated that I am finding sword training more challenging than usual. Finally losing his patience with one of my sarcastic responses, he gives me punishment by being impaled on his “sword”. I definitely learnt my lesson that day.“ – Axeman
‘Crawford Starrick is the only Templar I would get down and dirty for.’
“Arno and I love it when he rides me hard. I’m face down, ass up. On his feet, Arno is curled over me as he pounds my cunt. Driving his cock as deep as he can, he loves hearing my moans turn to shrieks as he penetrates me until his balls are pressed to my ass. A perfect way to take his cum when he gifts me with it.” – Axeman
Arno enters you, slowly and languidly at first, taking his time to work his thick, hard length into you. But as your moans of delight encourage him, his pace increases furiously; and he’s pounding into you and you cling to the sheets, feeling nothing but the heat and the pleasure spread from between your legs as he fills you; losing all sensation as your pleasure peaks and the white hot waves of your orgasm flood over you. Arno spills his seed all over your belly and thighs, and as he leans down to claim a long, hard kiss, he murmurs: “You did well, cherie.”
“I want Arno on his knees. Love and lust in his eyes. Licking his lips as his eyes trail down my naked body before coming to a stop on my pussy. Slowly working his way up my legs, his hands pull me in by my backside so he can bury his mouth in my slit and enjoy himself.” – Axeman
Seeing Arno in his Athos duel shirt drives me insane – that open front with its generous view of his muscular chest is just tantalizing me with imagining what the rest of him looks like unclothed. I’d love to run my hands across his chest as I straddle him, leaving kiss marks across his bare skin, feeling every contour of his muscles as I slip my hands into the folds of his shirt. And when I’ve had enough of all this teasing, I’d have Arno treat me to just more than just a view of his chest, sliding the shirt off his shoulders, and unbuttoning his breeches …