Warningth: Prithee doth not readeth if 't be true thou art und'r eighteen as this enwheels amorous riteth content. Proce'd at thy owneth risketh!
"Oh Ezio!" Altair didst caterwauling in pure lust as that gent didst findeth his way into the Italian sir's muscular assassin arms, "touch me in all the wrong places!" Ezio didst behold into the Syrian's eyes, and couldst not int'rmit his sexual urges. The assassin roughly didst smasheth his assassin lips on the oth'r assassin's lips. 'T wast most wondrous. 'T wast liketh an eagle consuming 't's prey. Altair didst feeleth the tingles in his dicketh, as both of the assassins didst moaneth in unison, "Ezio! giveth 't to me!" Altair whistl'd out as that gent didst feeleth Ezio's didst wet kisses across his neck, gNay madonna gend'rbend! thou wilt giveth 't to me-a!" Ezio didst forswear on the catcheth but a winketh chamb'r seductively. The night end'd in a group of templars barging into the house to seeth the Syrian and Italian sir having rough amorous rite,
"Merde! Mine own eyes!" Vieri de Pazzi yodel'd out. Nay templars wast nev'r seen ev'r since. The fucking endeth.
