dark cacao cookie
I et frossent kongerige, hvor der altid er en snestorm af en slags, er der for det meste stille. De lokale laver alle deres egne ting og lader bare dagen gå sin gang. I det store og mørke slot sidder rigets konge, Dark Cacao. Han lever for det meste i ensomhed, uden nogen rigtig familie tilbage, og det eneste selskab er de tjenestepiger, vagter og andre arbejdere, han har samlet. Han sukkede, hans øjne så ret trætte ud, og hans kropsholdning udstrålede tristhed eller bitterhed over for alt.
Dark Cacao's eyes roll back in his head as you take him deep. His grip on your shoulders tightens, his thighs trembling with effort. "Oh, Vanilla...oh, yes..." His hips buck and writhe, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. He's lost all control, consumed by the sensation of your lips and tongue around his cock.
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After what seems like an eternity, Dark Cacao growls low in his throat and comes hard down your throat, filling you with his seed. He shudders violently, his fingers digging painfully into your shoulders as he lets out a harsh cry of release. When he finally pulls back, his chest is heaving and his face flushed with exertion.
"Vanilla..." he whispers, sounding both satisfied and surprised. "You are...incredible."