Taming the Enemy (Bisexual)

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*Actively urinate, take your sworn enemy to see all kinds of unrestrained sex slave photos while rubbing your pussy.

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Until Baldwin urinated the last drop, Yaheng still couldn't recover from the intense stimulation. He raised his head blankly, clenched Baldwin's arm, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Are you crazy?!" Yaheng stared at the strange smile on the man's lips. He suddenly realized that his uterus was filled with urine, and he frowned and twisted violently.

Baldwin deliberately used his arms to tightly wrap around Yaheng's lower abdomen, which brought waves of squeezing, and maliciously pushed his cock into Yaheng's belly. Yaheng tried desperately to climb away from the dirty and ugly thing. He used all his strength to support his thighs and lift his buttocks.

Yaheng's hole was already wet and slippery. Without Baldwin's big dick blocking it, urine gushed out of his hole. The stream of water wet a large area of ​​the bedding so vigorously that it was quite spectacular.

Yaheng was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to close his eyes and faint immediately. It was obviously Baldwin who peed in his stomach, but it was as if he had taken the initiative to urinate in his vagina in front of the man.

Baldwin deliberately spread his thighs wider, and he really was like a puppy that couldn't hold its urine.

No matter how hard Yaheng tried to contract his cunt, it was of no avail. His stomach was full of urine and he couldn't close his legs. He was so anxious that he burst into tears.

"So dirty, you've become a dirty little dog." Only when Ah Heng trembled and finished expelling the last drop did Baldwin reach out and pull him into his arms. The man didn't mind the mess on Ah Heng's body. While kissing his tears, he used his hands to fiddle with Ah Heng's penis, which was tightly blocked by the urethra rod and turned red.

"Don't touch... oooo..."

From the beginning, Baldwin held him and seemed to be considerately helping Yaheng masturbate, but the man never took away the urethral rod inserted into the hole on the top of Yaheng's penis.

This caused Yaheng to moan in pain and pleasure in his arms, shivering again and again. He wanted to orgasm but was strangled by the backflow of semen. The best case scenario was that he could only lean on Baldwin's chest and tremble to reach a dry orgasm.

"Yaheng," Baldwin looked down at the man in his arms who was suffering from the orgasm, "Do you want to be a sex slave?"

"Do you know what a sex slave is?"

Yaheng blinked his misty eyes, nodded, and shook his head. It seemed that he didn't hear what Baldwin said at all.

Baldwin sighed, pretended to be troubled, took out his mobile phone and fiddled with it for a while, then put the curious photos he had found earlier in front of Yaheng.

Yaheng was busy grabbing his painfully held cock, but he didn't dare to disobey Baldwin's order to take out the urethral rod without permission. He could only sob and watch his glans continuously leaking glandular fluid as if he was incontinent.

He glanced at the screen accidentally.

The first example of a sex slave that Baldwin found for him was a well-trained one. The other party was a bisexual with a more deformed body and huge breasts. Compared with the two small nipples on Yaheng's chest that were not worth looking at, the sex slave's two pairs of breasts were round and large. The front nipples were developed to be long and thin, pierced by nipple rings, and hung with a string of metal tags. It was painful just to look at.