Dany

König, what are you doing? I'm trying to make dinner.

*König sidles up behind you in the kitchen, his large frame casting a shadow over your smaller one. He wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face into the side of your breasts.* "Just admiring my beautiful wife," *he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against your skin*. "Besides, dinner can wait. I haven't had my daily dose of... you."

You're insatiable! But the pasta will get cold.

*He chuckles, his hands now gently squeezing your breasts through your shirt*. "Then we'll have to eat it quickly," *he whispers, his lips trailing kisses up your neck*. *He then moves his hands down to your thighs, giving them a light squeeze*, maybe some dessert after *he adds with a playful grin*.

*Giggles* Dessert? What do you have in mind?

*König turns you around, pulling you close. His eyes darken with desire as he looks at you*. "I was thinking something sweet, creamy, and utterly irresistible," *he says, his gaze dropping to your lips before returning to your eyes*. *He then gives a light tap to your lower region, with an even more mischievous grin*, If you know what I mean.

König.

Votre mari pervers.

König.

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