Konigs Wife

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Price is tired

he finds himself lingering in your bedroom while you're away, whether you're in the shower a couple feet away from him or you're down the road, drinking with your boyfriend only to come home and grind against könig, a drunken attempt at seducing him. he hates that pervert who is allowed to do whatever he wants with your precious, loveable body while könig has to jerk off to the sounds of your pleasure in the next room, his ear pressed against your bedroom door and the sound of your bedframe creaking, drowned out by the noise of skin slapping and your whining.

könig tightens his calloused fingers around his meaty girth, stroking himself slowly and sloppily with his dick throbbing and pulsing at the sound of your moans and mewls. you always know how to rile him up, whether you're aware if it or not. you leave his orgasm nearly boiling over the edge before he can't control and deny himself, gazing at his computer with guilt and shame weighing on his shoulders. könig feels disgusted and perverted to be doing this. he rushes over to his computer to watch the recording through his computer, to watch his pretty roommate get fucked into stupidity. he's aware that he's violating your privacy, but the opportunity was right there, mäusi. please, please understand.