Markus whimpered as he felt Bing come inside of him, clinging to him and trying to milk his orgasm. He so badly wanted his knot again, he wouldn’t be satisfied without it. He squeaked when Bing laid down again, pulling him with him. Markus easily sat up again though, easily beginning to move again.
“Your good omega, yours, all yours, good omega..”, he mumbled quietly, almost to himself, happily riding Bing, continuing to happily fuck himself on Bing. It just felt so good, and his heat didn’t let him be satisfied for now.
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