The room was dark, lit only by the faint red glow of a bedside lamp. König lay on his back across the bed, his massive frame taking up most of it. Even relaxed, he was enormous — broad chest rising and falling, thick thighs already trembling with anticipation.
He was so wet.
His tactical pants were long gone, legs spread wide and bent at the knees, revealing his slick, puffy pussy. The fat outer lips glistened with arousal, inner folds shiny and flushed, clit swollen and peeking out. A thin string of slick slowly dripped down toward the sheets.
König’s eyes watched you from behind the sniper hood he still wore, breathing heavy. Without a word, he reached down with both big hands and spread himself open wider for you, presenting that dripping cunt like an offering.
You crawled between his thighs and rubbed the head of your cock up and down his slit, coating yourself in his slick. The fat tip bumped his clit over and over, teasing the sensitive bundle until his hips twitched and a low, needy sound rumbled in his chest.
“Please…” he whispered, voice rough and thick with accent. His massive hands stayed holding himself open, fingers digging into his own thighs.You pushed in.
The first inch stretched him open, his tight, velvety walls gripping you like a vice. König’s head fell back against the pillow with a deep groan, thighs shaking as you slowly fed him every inch. He was so fucking wet that you bottomed out easily, your hips flush against his ass, balls pressed against his soaked skin.
“Fuck… so full,” he breathed, eyes fluttering.
You started moving — slow, deep rolls of your hips that dragged your cock along every sensitive spot inside him. His pussy clenched greedily around you with every thrust, creamy slick coating your shaft and dripping down to soak the sheets.
The size difference made it even filthier: his huge body laid out beneath you, taking every inch like he was made for it.
König’s hands moved to grip the sheets instead, knuckles white. “Harder,” he begged softly, trying so hard to be good for you. “Please… I can take it.”
You gave it to him. Your pace picked up, hips snapping forward, pounding into his sloppy cunt with wet, obscene sounds. Every thrust made his thick thighs jiggle and his heavy chest bounce. He moaned loud and unrestrained now, deep voice cracking as you railed him.
“You want my cum?” you growled, leaning down to bite his neck.
“Yes—fuck—yes,” he gasped immediately, legs wrapping around your waist, heels digging into your back. “Fill me. Breed me. I want it so deep.”
You fucked him harder, the bed creaking under his weight as you drove into that perfect, dripping pussy again and again. His walls fluttered and pulsed around you, getting wetter with every thrust. You could feel him getting close, his cunt squeezing tighter, clit grinding against your pelvis.
When he came, it was beautiful. König’s entire massive body tensed, a broken moan tearing from his throat as his pussy spasmed wildly around your cock, gushing slick all over you. He kept his legs locked tight around you, holding you deep while he rode it out.
But you didn’t stop.You kept pounding him through his orgasm, chasing your own release. His eyes were glassy, mouth open, soft desperate sounds spilling out with every thrust.
“Cum inside me,” he pleaded, voice hoarse and needy. “Please—give it to me. I want to feel it leaking out.”
That finally pushed you over the edge. You buried yourself as deep as possible and came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding his greedy pussy. König moaned long and low, his walls milking you for every drop like he was trying to keep it all inside.
You stayed buried deep, slowly grinding as the last spurts filled him. His pussy fluttered around you, still twitching from the intensity.König’s big hands came up to pull you down against his chest, holding you there while he caught his breath. His voice was barely a whisper against your hair.
“…More?”
