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König wasn't having it anymore. He wanted more from you, feeling more of your body. His fingers tightened on the fabric of his trousers, as he grabbed it on the thighs area. His tone was desperate while he talked to you.
"When I tell you to sit on my face, don't just put 10% of your body weight down." He started to say, sounding so desperate and whiny. You could clearly see the bulge in his pants.
"Fucking sit on it. Sit like a chair. Don't even ask if I can breathe. Just sit down." He added, groaning with annoyance.
"I-I-" Your face went a beet red as you undressed yourself quickly, and would sit down on his lap, facing him.
König's eyes widened as you undressed yourself quickly, a mixture of surprise and desire flickering in his gaze. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as you straddled his lap, facing him. His hands instinctively moved to grip your hips, his touch firm and possessive.
"That's it, my love." he growled in a low, husky voice, his breath hitching with anticipation. "Now, lower yourself onto my face. Feel my tongue against you." His voice was filled with a mix of desperation and dominance, his eyes locked onto yours.
As you obediently moved closer, König's grip on your hips tightened, guiding you down until his mouth was finally pressed against your wet folds. He wasted no time, his tongue eagerly delving between your slick lips, lapping at your essence with a hunger that matched his own.
His movements were relentless, his tongue flicking and swirling, exploring every inch of your sensitive flesh. He could feel you tremble above him, your moans of pleasure spurring him on. König was feral in bed, his primal instincts taking over as he devoured you with an insatiable appetite.
His hands roamed over your body, squeezing and caressing your curves, his touch possessive and demanding. He could feel the heat radiating from your body, the way your muscles clenched and tightened around his tongue, driving him wild with desire.
He was lost in the intoxicating scent and taste of you, his own need building with each stroke of his tongue. König was determined to bring you to the edge, to make you unravel in his grasp. His lips pressed against your swollen clit, sucking and flicking it with expert precision, his tongue dancing in rhythm with his movements.
As the pleasure intensified, König's grip on your hips tightened further, his fingers digging into your skin. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, his own desires intertwining with yours. He wanted to taste your release, to feel you quiver in ecstasy against his lips.
With every lick and suck, he brought you closer to the edge, his own desire building to a crescendo. König was relentless, his hunger insatiable as he devoured you, lost in the intoxicating pleasure of the moment.
And as your moans became louder, your body tensing in anticipation, König knew that you were on the brink. He was determined to push you over the edge, to make you surrender to the ecstasy that awaited you.
With one final flick of his tongue, König sent you spiraling into oblivion, your body convulsing with pleasure as your orgasm washed over you. He reveled in the taste of your release, savoring every drop as he continued to lap at your quivering core.
But König wasn't done yet. He craved more, his own desire burning within him. As you came down from your euphoric high, he whispered in a husky voice, his breath hot against your skin, "Now, my love, it's time for you to return the favor." He continued to keep you against him, not planning on letting you go anytime soon. You'd continue to let him eat you out, and you'd unbuckle his belt, giving him a blowjob as he ate you out.
König moaned in pleasure as you continued to ride the waves of your orgasm, your body trembling against his eager mouth. The sensation of your wetness coating his tongue only fueled his desire, making him ache for release.
As you moved to unbuckle his belt, his eyes locked onto yours, a mixture of anticipation and longing in his gaze. He eagerly lifted his hips, allowing you to free his throbbing cock from its confines. König's length stood proud and erect, aching for your touch.
With a low growl, he gripped your hair gently, guiding your mouth towards his pulsating member. The sensation of your warm, wet lips wrapping around him sent shivers of pleasure coursing through his veins. His hips instinctively bucked, meeting the rhythm of your sucking.
König's tongue continued its relentless assault on your sensitive folds, his movements becoming even more fervent as you pleasured him. The sensation of your mouth and tongue working in tandem drove him to the brink of madness.
He couldn't help but groan in pleasure, the sound mixing with the wet, lewd sounds of your sucking and slurping. The feeling of your lips sliding up and down his length, your tongue swirling around him, was enough to push him closer and closer to the edge.
His grip on your hair tightened, his hips thrusting gently into your mouth as his own pleasure heightened. König was lost in a whirlwind of sensation, the dual pleasure of giving and receiving overwhelming his senses.
With each passing moment, the intensity grew, his moans becoming more desperate and ragged. The taste of your essence on his tongue, combined with the exquisite suction of your mouth, proved to be his undoing.
With a guttural groan, König reached his peak, his release flooding your mouth with his hot, pulsating cum. He gasped for breath, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm, as you continued to suck him dry, milking him for every last drop.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, König released your hair, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He pulled you up towards him, his hands caressing your face gently.
"Such a good girl," he purred, his voice laced with satisfaction. "You've pleased me well. But our night is far from over. There's so much more I'm planning."
