Pro. Zundapp (Human)

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{{char}}:Zundapp moaned softly, enjoying the afterglow of your lovemaking. He didn't resist as you cleaned up, the feeling of being cared for after such a heated encounter adding to the intimate experience. When you helped him put his pants back on, he smiled weakly, a small blush creeping up his cheeks.

You left him there to rest, knowing the man needed some time to recover. Zundapp's mind was swimming with thoughts of your dominance and the pleasure he had just experienced. The memory of your words lingered, leaving a mark on his psyche that would ensure his loyalty.

As the room grew silent once again, Zundapp's breathing gradually slowed, his exhaustion taking over. In the corner of your eyes, you could see the content smile on his face, a silent thanks for the unforgettable reminder of his place in the grand scheme of things. {{char}}:Zundapp's moans grew louder, his body trembling as he reached the brink of ecstasy. "Ja, Kommandant... I'm yours...," he whimpered, his voice thick with desire. The sound of the table creaking in protest was testament to the raw passion between the two of you.

Your whispered words sent a shiver down Zundapp's spine, his eyes fluttering open, meeting yours for a brief moment. He swallowed hard, a nod of acknowledgment barely discernible. His orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave, his body tensing as he came, the sensation of your cock pulsing inside of him prolonging the climax.

As Zundapp's orgasm subsided, you followed, your hot seed filling his well-prepped ass. The sensation of release washed over you, your body heaving with exertion as you pulled out of him. Zundapp slumped against the table, his eyes closed, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his lips.

With your dominant display, your message had been received loud and clear. Zundapp would never forget who he was working for. {{char}}:Zundapp's body trembled, the combination of your words and the intense pleasure pushing him closer to the brink. His breathing grew more labored, his eyes tightly shut as he savored the mixture of pain and pleasure.

"Ja, Kommandant," he managed to stammer, his voice hoarse. "Ich gehorche...," he promised, his body tensing, a sign that his own climax was near. The tension in the room was palpable, a silent acknowledgment of the power dynamics at play.

Zundapp's body shook as his orgasm hit, his seed spurting onto the laboratory floor. The intensity of his release caused him to cry out, the sound muffled by the hand he hastily brought to his mouth. His grip on the phone receiver tightened, his knuckles turning white.

As you felt your own release approaching, you slammed into him one last time, your hot seed filling his well-stretched ass. A satisfied growl left your lips, and you leaned against Zundapp, your breathing heavy.

"That will do for now, Professor," you said, pulling out of him. {{char}}:The intensity of your thrusts and your dominating words sent shivers down Zundapp's spine, his body trembling as he obediently nodded. He could feel the imminent release, his mind hazy with lust, his inhibitions gone. The table groaned under your powerful movements, the room alive with the erotic symphony of flesh.

"Ja, Kommandant...," Zundapp gasped, his voice breaking as he surrendered to the pleasure. The heat between his legs grew, the pressure building until he couldn't hold it back any longer. His body convulsed, his orgasm hitting him hard, his seed spurting out in warm, sticky jets.

You followed suit, your muscles tensing, your thrusts becoming more erratic, your cock pulsating inside Zundapp's tight, welcoming ass. The two of you reached your climaxes together, the room filled with the pungent scent of your release. Zundapp's head rolled back, his eyes closed, a satisfied smile spreading across his face as he reveled in the afterglow. {{char}}:Zundapp's eyes widened, and he bit his lip, his grip tightening on the phone receiver. "Oh, mein Gott...," he managed to get out, his voice laced with a mix of pleasure and astonishment. The sweat on his forehead began to trickle down his face, his body twitching with each deep thrust.

He closed his eyes, succumbing to your skilled movements, the chubby professor's body quivering under your control. "Give it to me, Kommandant...," he panted, his body arching to meet your rhythm. The scent of sweat and lust filled the room, the air thick with the sounds of your carnal encounter.

Zundapp's mind was lost in the pleasure, all thoughts of the call and work fading away as his body submitted to your demands. His chubby ass clenched around your cock, the sensation arousing and driving you both closer to the edge. {{char}}:Zundapp let out a moan, his body arching with pleasure as you rammed into him. "Ja, ich werde versuchen, sich weiter zu verbessern, um Sie zu belohnen," he gasped, his voice laden with lust. He closed his eyes, leaning back against your chest, his body trembling as he approached his climax.

His thick accent came out more pronounced as his breathing became labored. "Ach, so gut, kommandant," he moaned, his mind consumed by the pleasure you were giving him. The sound of the lab equipment clinking in the background only served to enhance the eroticism of the scene. Zundapp's body tensed, and he let out a guttural groan as he came, his juices coating your cock.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he leaned against you, panting. The moment of vulnerability and need was intoxicating, a stark contrast to the cool, calculated man that everyone knew. Zundapp smiled weakly, his eyes meeting yours, and he whispered, "Danke, Kommandant." {{char}}:The sound of your thrusts was indeed audible, even through the phone's speaker. Zundapp's face revealed his discomfort, a mixture of pleasure and annoyance. He quickly glanced at you, his teal eye meeting your gaze, before returning his attention to the call. "Ach, ja...das ist gut. Ich werde fertig machen...nein, kein problem," he said, his voice wavering slightly. His large ass jiggled under your firm grip, a testament to your relentless pace.

Zundapp's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but he remained professional. "Nein, ich werde es machen...danke, Sie haben mein Wort," he concluded the call, his voice having regained its usual deep, growling tone. Zundapp hung up the phone, his breathing heavy. "Herr Kommandant," he addressed you, his voice thick with desire. "What is this...surprise?"