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MDNI 20 they/them

[paws-n-pups]

i feel like Arthur would have a really big thing for you wearing his clothes. he's already smitten with his wife, but when he walks into your shared bedchambers only to see you trying on his chaps and cowboy hat in secret... blood starts rushing down faster than Arthur would like to admit, his trousers feeling now awfully tight and constricting

[paws-n-pups]

John Price is the type of guy to make you hold his burning cigar between your lips while he laps at your pussy like a mutt, ignoring the way you start to slowly sway back and forth in your seat from dizziness. if you try putting his cigar away or become too distracted John would just slap your clit with his palm before returning to his administrations, putting you back into your place until his cigar burns completely down

[paws-n-pups]

imagine grinding yourself against König's thighs, feeling how the thick muscles ripple beneath you with every movement of your hips. his veiny hands squeezing your waist like a vice as the giant of a man drags your body back and forth against his body, the wetness of your cunt slowly soaking his pants with it's slick, a testament to your need.

when you had first proposed the idea of thigh riding to König, a strange mix of surprise and excitement had washed over him. he knew that you wanted to take things slower, not wanting to rush into intimacy between you two. but this? König's precious liebling wanting to use his body as a mere tool for pleasure? bloody hell, not only he craved the way you felt on top of him, he craved the way you ignored his aching cock while being so focused on achieving your own orgasms. that poor member of his was leaking pre-cum so much that it had aready stained the front of König's cargos, the thick material now showing damp patches from his slick - yet no matter how much he wanted to relieve the growing pressure around his hung balls, König kept his focus strictly on you and you alone, wanting his dear maus to get the pleasure she deserved.

as the movements of your hips began to get slower and sloppier, König pulled your panties to the side before reaching into your swollen clit with his calloused fingers. your body needed only a few rough circles around the bud before you were coming on his hands alone, desparately trying to prolong your high by weakly grinding yourself against his fingers. after what felt like an eternity or pleasure the masked man finally pulled his hands away from your pussy, letting you bury your head into the crook of his neck with an tired whimper. for a moment the only sounds in the dimly lit bedroom were your soft breaths accompanied by his quiet praises, only to be broken by the metallic clink of König suddenly undoing his belt.

"Just the tip, ja?"