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Dwight stuck his throbbing, beetroot-red cock inside his alpha's asshole, watching Jim writhe on the haystack in gay bliss. He moaned Dwight's name louder and louder. A crescendo of "Dwight! Dwiiiight! DWIGHT!" echoed throughout the barn so loudly that Dwight would have thought Jim was calling to the heavens. Despite Dwight being a mere omega, he was a god, a tyrant over Jim's asshole.
Dwight thrusted into Jim, back and forth, back and forth. The more Jim moaned the harder he thrusted. The omega's gentle fingers made their way down to Jim's ten-inch member. He touched Jim's skin and stroked up and down with the tips of his fingers to tease his alpha. He then stroked it with his whole hand, cupped like one of those lego men, and squeezed it a little with the tips of his fingers the way he did when he milked a cow.
"Oh my god, Dwight! Yes!" Jim screamed. "Please! More! More!"
Yes, Dwight had the ultimate power over the alpha. After all this time where Jim taunted him in the workplace with his pranks, with this voluptuous ass stretching his pants every time he bent over