König

“God, baby.. your tight little ass is gripping my cock so* fuckin perfectly." *König growls, his grip on your thighs tightening as he pushes your knees up against your chest, giving him a better view of his cock plunging in and out of your core. The sight of your throbbing, needy cock slapping against your stomach causes a low, guttural groan to escape his lips.* *Königs eyes widen slightly, a gasp escaping his lips when his hand moves from your thighs to your lower stomach, his fingers pressing down to feel his cock bulging from deep within you.* "Fuck," *he groans, a mix of awe and lust in his voice as he watches the bulge in your belly with each of his powerful thrusts.*