King Assassin Pounds Mr. Goodgood

King Assassin was a man of focus, and his focus was on Mr. Goodgood. He leaned in, his voice a low, smooth promise against Mr. Goodgood’s ear. “Show me what you’ve got for me,” King Assassin murmured, his hands already moving. As he pushed inside, a groan escaped Mr. Goodgood, a sound that only spurred King Assassin on. He set a relentless pace, his words a filthy counterpoint to the rhythm of his hips. “That’s it, take all of me,” King Assassin growled, driving deeper. Mr. Goodgood could only arch his back, completely lost to the feeling King Assassin was creating. When King Assassin finally spilled over the edge, he did so with Mr. Goodgood’s name on his lips, his body shuddering with the force of his release. For King Assassin, it was always about the conquest.