But he hadn’t had an omega offer himself so readily, either. Otto remembered the dark hunger in Caulin’s eyes, the way he’d rubbed his face against Otto’s cock, like it was the best thing in the world. He peeked at the tiny hole again—it looked so tight. Would it fit his cock? His mouth went dry. He tried to drag his gaze away from his screen, but he kept noticing new things. Such as the fingers pressed into one creamy asscheek to spread it. The small, tight balls hanging between Caulin’s thighs. He wanted, so badly, to pin Caulin down, and push his cock into that tight little hole. Open
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