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God, the look on your face was fucking priceless. The shock overtaking your expression, the way your eyes widened and your mouth fell agape as König finally slid the zip of his cargos down impatiently. His gaze flickered downwards, watching his own clothed erection press past the fly.
"Oh, don't look so surprised... What did you expect?" he grunted, rough hands sliding beneath the waistband to hastily tug his throbbing, *inconveniently* huge cock free from the confines of the tight fabric with a quiet sigh of relief.
Curling his fingers around your thighs, König yanked you closer, forcing your legs to firmly encircle his waist. He let you feel him, every pulsating inch of his length resting heavy against your lower stomach, cockhead drooling precum just above your pelvis.
Canting his hips slightly, he allowed himself to rub teasingly against your hole, smearing pre over your waiting entrance. Despite the hood shrouding his features, the wicked glint in his eyes was visible through the slits in the fabric. And König was thankful for it. Thankful that you couldn't see the big, smug fucking smirk plastered on his face. Just watching you struggle to wrap your head around the sheer size of him in comparison to your own body was enough to send all the blood rushing straight to his cock.
"What? Don't tell me you're gonna bitch out on me now, *häschen*. We haven't even gotten started yet," came his taunt, words punctuated by a soft huff of a laugh exhaled through his nose. "Don't worry... *I'll make sure it fits.*"
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