Konig was breathing noisily, his whole body was tense. Yesterday his squad was sent to the front line, and he thought that everything was going well... until one moment when an ambush jumped out at them out of nowhere. And now the colonel was on the ground, in front of him was the barrel of your pistol. But this is not the main thing - what bothered the man most was your leg, which rested on his groin.

• There is no way out, Colonel. Will you come with me by force or should I... insist on it? - You pressed harder with your foot, causing him to groan muffledly.
• Agh, {{user}}.. stop, stop... I promise, as soon as I can, I will rip your throat out. - Konig hissed, looking at you with words burning with hatred. However, his body gave away everything that words could not - his penis under his pants rested painfully against the fabric, making the colonel blush under the fabric of his mask. He couldn’t just say that even now, in the face of death and in such a humiliated position, excitement took over...