Taming the Enemy (Bisexual)

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*Tighten the collar and crush the pussy, expose the suffocation play, cum inside and wash the asshole, poke the pussy with a toothbrush.

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Baldwin stood in the shadow of the garden, holding tightly in his hand the chain of the collar that connected to Ahheng's neck. It was difficult for him to explain the feeling that filled his chest at this moment, but one thing was beyond doubt, that is, he was extremely excited tonight.

The blonde beauty kneeling at his feet was naked, with a pair of pigeon breasts on her fair chest tied up with chains, and her nipples were pulled into a line due to gravity; her thighs could not be closed, and her two small holes were stuffed full of toys, which kept whipping her fragile holes as he crawled, so that Yaheng could not move after just a few steps, and the small pussy between her legs seemed unable to bear it and leaked water intermittently.

"Hey," Baldwin stopped and gently kicked Yaheng's fair belly with the tip of his shoe. It seemed that a certain amount of dirty water had accumulated there. As the blond young man's belly swayed, a slight sound of water was made, causing Yaheng to gasp with his mouth half open.

"Come on, little dog. Your master wants to take you around the pavilion."

Baldwin said this and tugged at the chain in his hand again.

Yaheng was forced to raise his slender neck. He stared at the man's angular jaw with misty gray eyes.

There was a pavilion deep in the garden, surrounded by plants. In the dim light, Yaheng seemed to see a dark shadow on the path in the distance. The fear of being discovered and ruined frightened him so much that water spurted out from the urethra between his legs again.

"He really has become a puppy." Baldwin paused, "He can still pee even with his dick and pussy blocked."

Yaheng just cried and shook his head.

But Baldwin didn't give him a chance to act like a spoiled child. He raised his leg and kicked Yaheng hard again, knocking the young man to the ground. Yaheng fell on his back, his thighs open out of habit, and before he could react, the chain around his neck was tightened.

The momentary lack of oxygen made Yaheng open his mouth suddenly. He struggled with his hands grasping the collar in vain. As he twisted his body, the fake cock inserted in his two holes slipped half out, and the dirty water spurted out from his holes and all over the floor.

Baldwin squatted down, continuing to tighten the collar while using his feet to push the horrible fake cock back into Yaheng's open little hole.

"Ah..." Baldwin pressed his foot hard, not only pushing the plastic base of the fake cock into the tender flesh, but also using the rough upper of his shoe to ruthlessly grind Yaheng's slutty cunt, with such force that he almost crushed it into a pulp. Yaheng felt that he was being strangled from above and being mercilessly abused from below, and he was almost at his limit.

"Ah... No...!" The poor labia between Yaheng's legs was trampled by the man until it was soft and rotten, and the vagina was swollen, so she was forced to hold the dildo tighter. Baldwin did not forget to soothe the swollen clitoris, and deliberately raised his foot to kick the tender part, bullying the clitoris to shrink back into the vagina, and then ruthlessly crushed the labia to torture.

"....." Yaheng only felt white light flashing before his eyes. He couldn't breathe and could only open his mouth with his tongue sticking out. His whole body was convulsing and he was forced to experience an intense orgasm.

Just when he thought he was going to die, Baldwin released his hand in time, allowing him to breathe. Yaheng felt a burning pain in his throat. He couldn't swallow his saliva and could only cry in pain. The pussy meat that had just been tortured was so good, and the floret was rotten, red and full of juice.