On the quality improvement of Omega agents

The scent of lust emanates ferociously, like a thousand walruses rumbling over Randall's precarious self-control.The blond agent was breathing hard, his waist raised slightly, his muscles tensed into a beautiful arc.

Bruce narrowed his eyes.

The chief of the CIA has already quickly removed the clothes on his lower body, his erect penis is against the entrance of the secret agent, and his brown eyes do not hide his desire.

The blond agent's breathing was heavy, and Bruce's hands slowly moved along his body. He was satisfied to see Randall's beautifully exercised muscles slowly relax because of such caresses. Compared with the profession of an agent, he looked too fair The body glowed a little seductive red, and Bruce could feel the temperature and vigorous vitality of the person under the palm.

His omega honestly gives that Randall is really "inflicting it on himself" right now.Once the estrus comes, he can no longer make decisions by himself.A wave of intense lust swept over the blond agent, and he tried to curl himself up to reduce the almost fatal lust—he didn't want to close his eyes and beg his alpha to give him a good time at this time.

But even curling up was out of the question.

Bruce's hand pressed against his chest at some point, and Randall could feel the man's slender and strong fingers pressing on his chest like a brand, and the temperature was scorching hot.Bruce's fingers began to trace the gray-white scar on Randall's chest, slowly and carefully, and the blond agent made a slight gasp under his fingers.

"call……"

Cold sweat ran down Randall's cheeks as he resisted the urge to smack his teeth up and down.Sweat twisted and dripped from the man's sharp chin, and then slid an ambiguous mark on his beautiful collarbone.The blond agent felt as if his internal organs had been picked out one by one by someone and then grilled on the charcoal fire. The sore feeling made him want to scold his mother.But he couldn't open his mouth at all—or dared not, because the swear words turned into nerve-wracking moans as soon as they reached his mouth.

The brunette's bad taste has long been used

The firm penis slowly rubbed against Randall's place, and he watched the agent struggle with lust.

Randall tried to alleviate this by rubbing his penis, but it was clearly not a practical and reliable idea.Bruce's hand was one step ahead of him, grasping the agent's exposed avatar, and Randall gasped.

The most vulnerable part was held in the palm of his chief, and Randall could almost imagine the man's fingers wrapping around his dick—oh, that was erotic.

Bruce stroked the blond agent's penis slowly and skillfully. His movements were neither light nor heavy, but just right to arouse Randall's desire.

The pleasure from the lower body hit the brain, and Randall felt that he seemed to have lost the ability to think in an instant, and he didn't even have time to feel ashamed of it.

"do not--"

Bruce speeded up the movement of his hands, Bruce speeded up his movements, Randall tilted his head to one side in a contention, his teeth rubbed against his lips fiercely, the salty smell couldn't help him wake up.The rapid breathing of the blond agent made his mind go blank, while the increasingly moist source of desire behind him indicated what was about to happen.

His back was wet.

The intestinal juice automatically secreted by the omega in estrus made Randall's lower body sticky, and he didn't want to think about what kind of mess it was.The intestines seemed to be tightening and twisting unwillingly, and Randall knew what he was longing for.Bruce's smell almost softened him into a ball of mud, all his strength was used to suppress the moan that was about to burst out, his teeth were so hard that it seemed that the beautiful plump lips would be bitten to bloody flesh in the next second.

The small mouth that was originally tight is now slightly opened and closed because of desire, and it is becoming overflowing.

It wasn't comfortable being penetrated in the back, and Randall felt that strange feeling making that part of him even hornier, shamefully longing.He wanted something to fit in, to fill that void.Bruce's one finger increased to two, and Randall snorted unexpectedly. The slightly full feeling only gave him pleasure for a few seconds, and the two fingers continued to poke and Stirring, the soft intestinal wall was gently caressed, but the folds were suddenly kneaded.Randall hated to admit it,—

He's on the verge of being delirious with two fingers.

Randall writhed weakly like a dehydrated fish, almost screaming.Bruce raised his body slightly, and the movement of his hands didn't stop. He showed the perfect line of the blonde agent's body unsuspectingly in front of his eyes, and his fingers felt the softness and warmth of the agent's body. Alpha's instincts made him almost overwhelmed.Bruce watched Randall, his agent struggling futilely between pleasure and pain, his breathing ragged.

That body modification made his lover more dependent on the Marker than other omegas after losing the suppression of the drug, or, in other words, yearning for him.Omega in estrus trembled violently, and a more intense breath rushed from him

With wet fingers, the secret place is opening and closing slightly due to the sudden emptiness, like a shameful and shameful invitation that cannot be refused.Bruce bent down, biting the sweet flesh under him even more vigorously, he gently rubbed a small piece of skin on Randall's waist, his voice whispered.

"Don't disobey me, don't lie to me," Bruce's tongue brushed against the sensitive zone of Randall's chest, the blond agent suddenly held his breath, only a slight trembling of his body showed that he had completely fallen into the shock of estrus.Randall's blue eyes looked directly at Bruce, and he saw his own shadow, clearly in the man's brown pupils.

His chief never said anything that would make one's heart elated.He ordered him.

"--you are mine."

Part of Bruce entered him in tune with the voice, the blond agent arching his body like a dying fish, his light blue eyes like the sea at tide.Soft and violent.It seemed that the next moment, the words of prayer would be uttered from the lips that were red and bloodshot due to repeated biting.But Bruce knew that his lover had never come back here just because of a lustful obsession, that Randall was attached to him, so he let it happen.

The nostalgia of beasts is love.

His little leopard still refused to bow his head, he refused to obey his orders.

The tears Randall had been forcing to keep in his eyes finally fell as he wished, as the thick cock slid into his wet, messy hole.The great pleasure made the two roar at the same time, the strong roar echoed in Randall's mind, and the satisfaction of becoming one filled his chest cavity.

Bruce was too close to him, so close that Randall could see the desire and emotion in the man's eyes, intense and turbulent, and the dark-haired man he had endured saw a tear fall from the corner of the agent's eye.

He leaned down and kissed the salty droplet away.

"You're mine."

Bruce's voice was dyed with lust, he whispered in the agent's ear, the bitterness of the tear was still on the tip of his tongue, and this action made Bruce's penis penetrate deeper into the agent's crotch, the scorching temperature and The feeling of almost ecstasy made Bruce feel

With a low gasp, he then rudely kissed Randall's lips, his omega opened his mouth obediently, and he plundered the body fluid in his mouth until both of them were panting due to strenuous exercise and lack of oxygen.

Bruce's tongue brushed Randall's teeth, and he stood up, holding the blond agent's hips with both hands.

The huge insertion behind made Randall forget how to speak and how to breathe for a moment, and all senses seemed to be blank for a moment.Randall's legs were involuntarily clinging to Bruce's waist, and the agent's choked throat sound made the alpha's nature even more excited.Bruce's cock jerked away briefly, then slammed in.

"Ugh—" Randall raised his head, the man's fragile Adam's apple was completely exposed, and the fluid in his mouth slid down a transparent and ambiguous mark along the corner of his mouth.

A muffled moan escaped Bruce's throat.

A transparent liquid slid from the corner of his mouth, and Randall knew he couldn't last long.

Bruce speeded up, clasped Randall's waist with his hands, and the meat blade went in and out of that soft and tight secret hole, making a "poof" sound of water, the body fluid secreted by the omega filled the scene with excitement With a hint of obscenity, he felt that Randall's tight waist and abdomen muscles had almost turned into honey under his hands due to sweat and high heat, and his skin was as slippery as if it was about to melt, sticky.

With the evil words coming out of the indifferent alpha's mouth, he found himself trembling because of the shameful pleasure, he could only obey the answer given by his body.

"...Yes, uh, uh... Please, please fill me up, ah—"

This is also the answer in his heart.

Then the blond agent came out, and the cloudy white semen landed on his lower abdomen, and some of it landed on Bruce's shirt, mixing with their sweat and love juice into a mess.

"...Hoo..." The great joy left the agent with only the strength to pant, and his legs were almost about to hang down feebly.But his officer stopped Randall with just a look.

Then Bruce stopped slowly, a low groan as the swelling knot squeezed against the agent's fleshy wall.

The brunette gasped. He loved every inch of Randall, his smell, his skin, the disheveled blond hair and blue eyes, usually sly and lazy, and he looked at them because he was full of tears.

Then, the mighty Alpha, as he promised, after torturing each other for quite some time, immobilized his agent, his consort, with a knot too big to ignore, and let him unfurl for himself, alluringly and completely.

Randall James, his agent, his little leopard, belonged to him completely, he knew it.

No one could get Randall away from him, not even Randall himself.

"Ahhhh-"

Bruce's hands tightly wrapped around the flexible waist of the blond Omega, and streams of semen continued to pour into his agent's body. Randall lay on the hard desk, his skin was seductively pink, He was gasping for breath, trying not to choke himself, exhausted from an almost frenzied affair.

The blond omega trembled pitifully under his grip, softly and obediently.Bruce slowly let go of his hand. He watched Randall frown slightly because he was too full, and his blue pupils were almost unconscious.

The dark-haired man slowly hugged his lover, adjusted his position carefully, and pressed a kiss on his forehead.