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The pounding volume of some Rammstein song König had hastily chosen before throwing you onto his bed was doing little to drown out the sounds coming from his room. No wonder his neighbours filed so many *verdammte* noise complaints....
...but *Scheiße*, you felt so fucking *good*, pinned to the mattress with his weight, his cock buried so deep inside you the pleasure was dizzying. It was a high he couldn’t get enough of, made him want to lose control completely. "*Ja*, fucking take it, *du schmutzige schlampe*.” König growls in your ear, panting raggedly.
He could feel another pressure building alongside the tightening in his balls, a tell-tale ache in his bladder. Too many fucking beers before he’d gotten you naked - but the devil himself couldn’t pull König out now, despite the increasingly urgent need to piss. “*Schatz*.” König mutters, his eyes dilated as he pauses his thrusts to grind deeper inside you, trying to forestall the inevitable. “I've gotta piss. Don’t…don’t freak out, *ja*? Just relax…” He groans, rolling his hips as he thrusts deep inside you, slowly getting the rhythm up again. "Ahh, fuck..."
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