Taming the Enemy (Bisexual)

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*The dead enemy who fainted recalled the past when he was young, and his pussy was shaken on horseback and climaxed.

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Yaheng did not sleep well that night.

The reason is easy to explain. Because he was tortured before he passed out. Not only was his neck pinched by the man's big hand, leaving horrible bruises, but the two little pussies under him were also stepped on or fucked hard by the thick cock, and the hot and wet little holes were about to be mashed into meat paste.

But that was Yaheng's preference. He was on the verge of suffocation and felt extreme pleasure, so much so that his eyes rolled up and his mouth was drooling. He felt like every organ in his body was going out of control.

He finally passed out while being completely dominated by the man. As his consciousness was drifting in and out, Yaheng recalled some things from the past.

When he was a child, Yaheng lived in his grandfather's house because his parents were busy with work. His grandfather's house lived near the Baldwin family. In the area where the rich lived, the two mansions were not far apart. He and Baldwin were of similar age, so naturally his family expected him to be a playmate.

Baldwin was also very good-looking when he was a child. His vigorous black hair made him look full of life, even though he could never sit still. The elegant and neat overalls were not suitable for the naughty Baldwin. He would sometimes take off his pants because they felt restrictive and run around in the yard, or simply climb up a tree, often causing chaos in the whole garden.

Because of his special physique and the fact that he was too spoiled, Yaheng suffered from minor illnesses many times when he was a child. Naturally, he was not allowed to do anything. Of course, he was also a child who liked quietness.

At first, Baldwin was very interested in this blond kid who was a head shorter than him. However, after calling Yaheng several times, the other party refused to go out with him. Naturally, Baldwin's heart flew away. He disliked Yaheng for staying at home all day and was very bored, so he simply stopped coming.

Yaheng felt that although he acted very reserved, he liked Baldwin very much when he was a child. After all, Baldwin was one of his few friends of the same age.

In order to show his cherishment for Baldwin, Yaheng would put on a neat suit every morning, wet his hair and tidy it up, then take out the cookies baked by the nanny and squat by the second-floor window all day long, hoping to see the familiar figure climbing over the low wall in the front yard.

When he saw Baldwin coming from afar, Yaheng would hurriedly run to the table, sit down, open a book, and pretend that he was reading and was disturbed by Baldwin's sudden visit.

In the first few times, Baldwin would sit on the soft stool opposite him with his legs crossed, and watch Yaheng read with his chin propped up. Sometimes the black-haired boy would tell Yaheng some interesting things in nature outside, and Yaheng's eyes would light up, but those were things he had never experienced, so he couldn't get a word in. He could only nod gently, trying his best to restrain himself from looking inexperienced.

But later on, Baldwin stopped coming. Sometimes he could see Baldwin holding a fishing hook or something like that, running excitedly past his yard from upstairs, but he had no intention of coming to see him.

Yaheng leaned against the window and waited until it was completely dark. He fell asleep waiting, but Baldwin still didn't come. Several days passed, and it was always like this.

After another day of fruitless waiting, Yaheng pursed his lips in grievance, holding the biscuits prepared for Baldwin in his hand, and decided to unilaterally break up with Baldwin.