the castration plan

Baymuir had always been very lazy, and he would never sit still if he could lie down. He was lying on the sofa with his head tilted, playing with a red and gold and yellow cigarette case, and cutting the end of a cigar from top to bottom.

He took a long look at Shen He, with a hint of secret mockery on the corner of his mouth: "You can give it away if you want. Oh, Pimms, remember to send me a message when you get home."

After they're gone, Baymuir plays with his phone in the dark.He tried his best to resist the urge to open the chat box, but he finally couldn't hold back and went to look at the photo album.

This Alpha is so fucking handsome.

He has never been at a disadvantage in the courtroom, and he has never been unsmiling and won all the games. The cold and powerful sense of control only wants Omega to pull off a few buttons of his serious and solemn shirt, and suck the majestic majesty. Adam's apple, thrown across the face by his thick, hot cum.

It's too bad, when I think of Lu He, there is no way to shed sparkling tears somewhere, like a fragrant leaf plant in the tropical rainy season, it is extremely sticky and soaked.

After venting a round of desire, his face is like a freshly steamed egg, with a fragile feeling that it will break when blown, but his voice is like the hiss of a snake, and it is cold like marble: " Have you seen enough?"

Shen He outside the door lowered his head slightly.

Baymuir seems to have no shame about his masturbation. His two straight and beautiful legs are just exposed to the outside. Even if there is no expression on his beautiful facial features, his expression is very attractive. : "Puppy, you seem to be very bad today."

Baimuer stood up slowly, his pajamas looked like a cream-colored thin-waisted dinner silk gown, revealing a large piece of snow-white shoulders and necks, as pale and magnificent as the favorite of ancient Persia.

He suddenly leaned forward and pressed his knee against the opponent's stomach, the sudden sharp pain forced Shen He to kneel on the ground. Omega's gaze is like a wolf peeping at a favorite sheep in the herd, as if trying to gouge out his bones and peel his flesh.

"You're jealous of Pimms, aren't you?" Bemuir raised his hand, and every slap was bloody, but his slender wrist always exuded the fragrance of a rare and famous flower, "It's just a dog, what right do you have to be jealous of Pimms?" ? Send her home? I didn't give an order, who allowed you to make your own decision?"

Nothing can escape Bemuir's eyes, Alpha has never spoken, but at this moment any slight emotion on his face will be infinitely magnified.

Baymuir wiped his hands carefully with a large handkerchief, and kicked him obliquely in the ribs: "Can't speak human language?"

"I'm sorry." Shen He finally spoke, and the rare and priceless ore condensed in the bottomless pupils, "Seeing you hugging and talking intimately with her, what I feel is confusion and confusion. A large amount of data The conflict prevented me from processing sensory information."

"It took you so long to make up this sentence?" Bemuir's hand strength suddenly increased, and this blow knocked his spine, and his entire upper body fell apart, "You think they say you are very precious, I Can't afford to fight, can't fight, so lose your temper so confidently, right? Send her back? If I don't let her go home, report to me, what are you going to do to her?"

"No." Shen He just uttered two words, and fell into silence again.

Number Eight will not hug Omega's thigh tightly like Number Seven, begging for mercy.There is no trace of fear on his face, and language is just a decision with the lowest risk and the highest benefit after a smooth and disorderly exchange between the internal world and the outside world, and precise calculations.

Alpha Industries' pheromones are like a salty almond-like pungent breeze from the sea.It meant more like he never thought of currying favor with Bemuir. On the contrary, he used a cold-blooded way of thinking to enforce his dignity in front of Bemuir.

The anger brought about by the sense of loss of control rose up and overflowed in Bemuir's heart like a tide.For machines that are out of control, what options are there other than destruction?

But suddenly there was a glance at Shen He Wei's tall and handsome nose bridge, that arrogant shape was very similar to Lu He, and this moment fell into Omega's heart very much.

It's a pity that, for the Alphas other than Lu He, he has always only played the role of a conqueror.

"Lick me."

The erotic Omega stretched two fingers, forcing the opponent's mouth to open into an "O" shape, and moved the crotch more than a dozen times towards the moist and warm mouth, then roughly pushed the dumb Shen He away, and pressed it against her. under the body.

He wiped the fire neatly, held the cigarette between the index and middle fingers of his left hand, and pressed the cigarette on Shen He's body with the cigarette in his mouth. With a pampered and charming smile, he gently touched his face: "You like to make trouble, don't you?"

With a bang, the drawer was pulled open, and Bemuir took out a tube of lubricant. He was tearing off Shen He's pants with one hand, so he bit open the lid with his teeth, and directly screwed in the threaded top of the medicine package, squeezed Fill a full tube of ice-cold ointment-like liquid.

But Alpha's tight entrance rejected them all, and the translucent wax milk was half-condensed on the thighs.

Baymuir was impatient, and broke in when he expanded to three fingers.But Alpha's physical structure is narrower than that of a seven or eight-year-old girl, making it impossible for him to go in and out, and he is stuck there in excruciating pain.

"I'll give you a minute to loosen it yourself." Bemuir slapped his ignorant ass, then went to break his chin, and played with his tongue with his fingers, "If you don't let me have a good time, you can go back to the ruins pile."

But Shen He has always been cold and cold, like a failed sex toy.He raised his hand and pressed on his chest twice, unknowingly removed the function of some joints or organs, causing Bemuir to sigh comfortably, and suddenly cut open the tight tunnel, sawing it in half , Immediately twisted fiercely.

Shen He has bulging muscles all over his body, and his strong body is as bright as a horse. Bemuir seems to be riding a super-powered jaguar car at high speed. Amplitude meat wave.

It's so cool.

Bemuir has been smoking a lot recently, like a nervous smoker, and his trembling hair is about to melt into the air.He inserted his hand into the opponent's hair, with five fingers as hard as if he wanted to scratch the scalp: "Call me."

Bemuir's favorite way of riding a dog: "Slump down, butt up, will you be a little flirtatious?"

"Didn't eat?" Baymuir bumped hard. "I'm fucking fucking dead?"

He moved faster and faster, deeper and deeper.The water color of the bright green gemstone eyes condensed by the sea was also gradually swallowed by Shen He's heavy breathing that was getting louder and louder.

"Speak up, your mother is a dog, can't a dog bark?" Enjoying that irreplaceable happiness, Bemuir took a deep breath of his cigarette, and scolded more fiercely than before, "Fucking you you."

Baimuer's blood-red tongue wrapped around Alpha's glands, biting the soft meat all at once and not letting go.Like the harp of hell, the impact and rough panting made the bedside fence humming, Shen He tensed the back of his feet, his outstretched toes were like Satan's forked hooves.

Baymuir's incredibly beautiful fingers were stained with the scent of anemones. On his pearly white chest under the moonlight, there were two delicate and beautiful flowers trembling in the wind. The large snake tattoo on his back was even colder. ghost.

The beauty and radiance that captivate the soul is so illusory and unreal, that the beautiful boy in the myth of daffodils in ancient Greece, who was haggard because of narcissism, would lament that he was just a superb fake when he saw him.None of Asgard's rainbow-colored gods can match him.

However, during this long whole night, the indulgent Omega didn't notice how many turbulent undertones appeared in the eyes of the people below him.

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