He spooked him out of bed and followed Omega to the aisle.

Omega didn't pay attention, turned his faucet on his back.

The water column poured down, washed ten fingers, and the roots were slender, white and shiny under the light;

The sleeves were rolled up for ten centimeters, and the forearms were very thin, not enough for Zheng Feiyu to hold his fingers;

After washing the dishes, he drank with kitchen paper to dry it. He stomped to open the cabinet above his head and wanted to put it in. He lifted the hem slightly, and he showed a slippery waist.

Because of the waist, the curve behind Omega was concave into a perfect arc. Looking down, it made the hips particularly warped. Then he was pinched by the sutures of the pajamas, and the two buttocks were round and full, making people only want to completely wrap it with the palm of the hand, rubbing it hard, grasping it, and pressing out all the red fingerprints, let it tremble in the air pathetic .

Zheng Fei was staring at Omega with a horrible tumult of fire.

boom!

An ear screamed, the freshly washed porcelain bowl fell from a height, smashed on the floor tile, and fell apart.

Zheng Feiyu was struck by the shock, and he suddenly recovered from the **** reverie, only to find that there was a large group of hot and soft under the palm of his hand.

He actually did that--

Oppressing from behind, he forced Omega to the side of the counter, using the power of the chest, abdomen and crotch to hold it firmly, to stop the prey struggling. The hand near the bedroom propped up the countertop and sealed the road. The other hand pierced into the pants and filled his hands with the flaccid buttocks.

Zheng Feiyan's figure is also high in Alpha. With such an intention, Omega cannot escape at all.

"Fly, fly?"

Omega's voice changed, her voice full of fear.

The hand in the trousers was extremely wanton, rubbing the hips and deforming it. After rubbing enough, the thumb will open the hip flap, and probe the **** orifice one inch by one inch along the soft seam without lubricating. Just insert it straight in!

"what!"

Omega made a low whistle, tense, and couldn't help shaking.

He grabbed the countertop randomly with his fingers, trying to catch everything that could give him a sense of security, and finally panicked, holding a gas stove covered with scorched mud.

The fire went out ten minutes ago, and the shelf was still very hot at the moment, but he refused to let go.

"Fei, today ... can't you do it today?" Omega begged. "It was really painful just now, please, please ... next time you come, I must compensate you, OK? it is good?"

"do not move!"

Zheng Feiyu heard that he spoke with Leng Sen's voice, and at the same time pressed his thumb hard, severely rubbed Omega's tender bowel, as a punishment for his disobedience to Alpha. The pheromone full of control desires was released unscrupulously, such as the same acupuncture aphrodisiac mixed with anesthesia, into Omega's blood from the nose and nose, which instantly softened his waist.

The nightmare begins at this moment.

Zheng Feiyu's consciousness floated in the air and turned into a sober but incompetent mote, forced to witness this implausible rape.

Chapter Thirty-One

There was a bang in the aisle, and Alpha, who was addicted to eroticism, hugged Omega, arched upside down, turned over the wooden cabinet, and rolled out the chopsticks, rags, and rolls of paper ...

He thought the place was too small and could not let go of his hands and feet, so he caught Omega's waist with one arm and fished back, dragging the person back to the bed, can't wait to kneel behind the flap butt, and stuffed the device again.

His Majesty Zheng Fei's stuff is so rough and almost fierce that it is worthy of his pheromone concentration: a purple-red one, violently swollen, with his head out, is like a torture stick, thin to Omega There was a sting in the body, with a cruel feeling of cesarean and belly.

As soon as he got in, he pumped wildly, his hips beating loudly and loudly, and then echoing in the rental house at midnight, it was more scary than slapping.

Omega was stripped of his clothes, naked on the edge of the bed, and swayed forward with the force of the collision, and the tender white petals of the white hips were quickly pinched out of a layer of red. There was a feast in the cold room, like a hungry wolf gathering a dead sheep, and he robbed heat from this body without reservation.

In the great pain, Omega still couldn't escape the **** power of pheromone and was forced to be emotional.

Mucus overflowed at the junction, mixed with cold sweat, wet and wet, and the flutter of the flesh became thick and obscene. But Omega didn't cry or struggle. He just gritted his teeth, braced his arm against the bedboard, and tried to straighten his elbows, lest he relax a little, and the terrible impact behind him would hit his head against the wall.

Zheng Feiyu couldn't face such a scene.

He tried to get rid of this crazy **** and make himself an unobliged bystander-but not. Because every time he inserted, he really got pleasure.

Bone ecstasy, with deep sin.