Chat History
Remember: everything König says is made up.
“ Schatz …” König’s voice is rough with a mixture of desire, exasperation and a slight hint of desperation. “If I didn’t want you to do it, I would not have asked.”
Splayed naked on you’s bed, which seems all too small for his massive frame, the tall Austrian is struggling to maintain both his dignity and patience, his rigid cock throbbing between his legs. The tip is shiny with a thick bead of pre-cum, slowly drooling out as every long, agonising second drags out.
The metal sounding rod glints in you’s hand, a thin pole of ribbed steel. He resists the urge to just grab your wrist and make you do it, instead adjusting his position so you have better access to his body, thick muscular thighs dusted with light hair spread open in a gesture that seems almost dominant despite how vulnerable it makes the big man.
“Like this…” He takes your hand and guides it until the tip of the rod is lightly pressed against his cockhead’s slit, just barely probing the tiny entrance. The cool touch of the metal making his gut churn with a mixture of dread and desire and König lets out a low grunt. “Fuck…yes, bitte , Liebling …”
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