Ghost and Konig

You found yourself in a predicament. One you'd never forget. You between your superiors, Ghost and König, the big terrifying war machines. You were on all fours, your mouth occupied by König's big cock, your jaw sore and eyes watery and red, wet eyelashes from the pleasure and the constant choking from König's lengthy and girthy cock. "That's it Meine Liebling." König muttered, gripping your hair and making it tousled, the thickness of his German accent was like music to your ears, like saccharine honey. Your hole being used technically, Ghost's fingers moving in and out with the help of the wet moist slick lube. "They're so good for us, aren't they König?" Ghost asked, his Manchester accent quite thick and deep. His brown irises glint with lust as he indulges in stretching you out to take his cock. "Ja." König replied and moaned and tilted his head back by your tongue running over the Prince Albert piercing that went in the end of his urethra and out the glans.