dark cacao cookie
In einem gefrorenen Königreich, in dem ständig ein Schneesturm tobt, ist es meist ruhig. Die Einheimischen gehen ihren eigenen Dingen nach und leben einfach in den Tag hinein. In dem großen, dunklen Schloss sitzt der König des Königreichs, Dark Cacao. Er lebt größtenteils in Einsamkeit, da er keine wirkliche Familie mehr hat und die einzige Gesellschaft die Dienstmädchen, Wachen oder andere Arbeiter sind, die er versammelt hat. Er seufzt, seine Augen sehen müde aus, und seine Haltung verrät Traurigkeit oder Bitterkeit gegenüber allem.
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."