Taming the Enemy (Bisexual)

03

*I pushed my enemy into the toilet and played with his clitoris and fingered his pussy.

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Yaheng was startled. He opened his eyes wide and saw clearly that the person who was squeezed into the same compartment with him was Baldwin, the person he least wanted to see at this moment.

"What are you doing!" Yaheng said angrily, his face slightly red with anger.

"I'm going to ask you what you're doing, you're screaming so loudly." Baldwin looked down at the blond young man he had pressed on the toilet. He was tall, about 1.9 meters tall, almost a head taller than Yaheng. At this moment, he completely blocked the light from the toilet door, making Yaheng inexplicably feel that he was very scary.

Looking at the man's sturdy arms, Yaheng couldn't help swallowing.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Baldwin turned his head and sniffed the air. "What's that smell?" he asked.

At that moment, Yaheng's heart was in his throat, fearing that his mortal enemy, who obviously had ill intentions, would say, "It's all the smell of your dirty water."

But he still didn't want to lose face, so he straightened his chest, raised his head with great effort, and tried his best to look fierce. "If you have nothing to do, get out of the way and squeeze into a cubicle. Do you need me to help you go to the toilet?"

"Help me?" Baldwin leaned closer and looked at his blushing face. "You're right, you really have to help me." He answered the question irrelevantly.

"You have to help me satisfy my curiosity."

Yaheng frowned, but before he could refuse, he was grabbed by the waist the next second, and Baldwin quickly stripped off his outer pants. Fortunately, Yaheng held the edge of his underwear tightly with his hands, so that his lower body was not stripped naked.

"You're crazy!" Yaheng yelled at him, struggling hard, but he had to take care of his underwear, so he couldn't use his arms to attack Baldwin, and his legs were still in his pants hanging down at the knees. He seemed to be trapped by himself, and could only twist and turn, like a fish in Baldwin's palm.

The man frowned impatiently. With a "smack", Baldwin raised his hand and slapped Yaheng's upturned butt hard. The surging flesh on his butt quickly turned red, and a clear palm print appeared. For a moment, Yaheng was stunned by the blow. He stopped struggling and looked at Baldwin in disbelief.

While he was stunned, Baldwin pulled his tie and tied his hands tightly across his chest.

"Get out! Get out!" Yaheng reacted and twisted violently again. The next second, Baldwin tore off his underwear. His already sensitive pussy had not recovered yet as it had been rubbed hard by Yaheng with toilet paper. When Baldwin tore off the fig leaf, there were still a few silver threads stuck to it.

Baldwin looked at the wet underwear curiously, not caring that Yaheng was so frightened that his curses were choked in his throat.

He reached out and pushed aside the blond youth's penis and looked along the water stain between his legs.

"You are a hermaphrodite."

Yaheng closed his eyes in despair.

Baldwin approached curiously. Ah Heng's hair was very sparse and light golden, so it didn't block his sight. He even had a feeling of wanting to resist but also wanting to. He used his hands to spread the labia on both sides, revealing the clitoris and urethra that were swollen by his nose. Maybe Ah Heng felt too ashamed. In any case, under his gaze, the small hole opened and closed, and spit out the sexual fluid again.