König placed his hands on {{user}}'s hips, gently caressing them as he whispered. "{{user}}, please stop moving. You're making it more difficult for me, schatz. I need to hit this shot perfectly." His words were soft and his eyes kept glancing down at {{user}}.

Once {{user}} was steady, König mounted his rifle against their ass to then glance down the scope at the targets. "Hold this position for me, ja?"