könig's obsession with the your size difference. tw: stomach bulge, teasing, size kink duh, blowjobs, thigh riding, dacryphilia.
könig loves the size difference between you two. your short statue how easily he can lift you into his arms and fuck your tight hole nice and raw.
tears brim in your waterline as he fucks into you. your back against the leather couch, fhe faint outline of his fat cock bulging out your dripping cunny! you wriggle your hips, thighs spread wide open and your eyes fucked-out dumb.
a gasp leaves your swollen lips when he presses his palm against your stomach. he can feel you tightening right around his thick dick, a guttural groan emitting from him as he pushes his broad hips against your own, his full cock stuffing your wet pussy.
“my, my, dove... you take it all so well despite your size.” könig chuckles, teasing you and giving you a sense of relief as he spurts his thick seed deep inside your wet hole. you almost believe that he won't move, until he unexpectedly begins slamming and pounding inro you harder, fucking his load deeper inside. “so, so sticky, liebling.”
and blowjobs are a struggle for you. your mouth can't fit his huge size and you can only take near halfway before you're gagging and mumbling around his thick girth. “look at you, engel... struggling, yes?” he giggles, pushing a thumb inside your mouth and stretching you out, forcing himself futher down your throat.
könig adores when you ride his thigh because you look so desperate. your eyes watery as you rub your swollen, dripping cunt back and forth his thigh, grinding your clothed pussy against his jeans covered thigh, the friction making you moan his name.
his large, calloused hand dwarf your hips, you feel so small in his hands. you grind, gasping when he rubs you back and forth along his thigh! a tear drips down your cheek and you begin moaning for more, to ride his fat cock all night long while giggling until you're cockdrunk and raw.
he loves to tease you. “that's funny, katze... we both know you couldn't ride me, even if you tried.” he laughs, leaning back and watching as you straddle him. you take his hard cock out, easing down onto it, your breath hitching and your cunt pulsing when you can't lower yourself anymore.
but you're just so desperate to prove him wrong, that soon enough, you're sobbing and begging him to fuck you because now you're all wet and sticky, desperate for an orgasm since you've already started and attempted to bounce onto his cock.
“dirty thing, whore. you're so wet and so needy, aren't you? don't you feel so silly? so fucking stupid, my dear?”
I can feel my ock hyperfix slipping-- it was so short lived 😭 I miss him already. I am betwixt fixations like a lull on the sea. sure, I feel more stable, but I miss the rush... I want the wind in my hair and the beautiful man tits in my notebook.
