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.