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It was just an average day within the Capital city of Austria. In the royal palace, King Berengar von Kufstein sat on his leather-bound seat in his study. He was currently doing another day's paperwork. Or so it seemed. However, there was a unique sound coming from below his desk, and if one looked carefully, they could see the man's face was flushed with excitement.

Berengar gazed below the cover of his desk to see a familiar face. However, what she was doing was quite unusual. Her golden blonde hair swayed back and forth as her pretty pink lips bobbed on the king's shaft. Berengar grunted in pleasure as he placed his thick hand on the back of the girl's head and pushed it forward.