Taming the Enemy (Bisexual)

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*The old man was jealous during the holiday party, so he revisited the old place and hugged his mortal enemy, dressed in women's clothes and rode a horse to smash his pussy.

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At first, Baldwin did not take Yaheng's resistance to him seriously.

After all, Yaheng would only open his soft belly when he was being fucked to the point of ecstasy in bed. At other times, his body was full of thorns, and he wanted to pounce on Baldwin and bite him a few times to vent his anger.

Really, can't you be a little more obedient?

It would be great if his mortal enemy was as obedient as the little pussy and asshole beneath him.

Baldwin was openly distracted in class.

This class for their oil painting department is a practical class. The school specially invited famous artists to give lectures, and the students listened attentively.

While teaching, the teacher mentioned a commercial art exhibition that would be held in a few weeks, during which a student's painting would be selected for the exhibition.

It was a great platform and a great opportunity to increase visibility and exposure. Most of the students in the Academy of Fine Arts were eager to try.

Only Baldwin was half-crouching behind the drawing board, with his raised hand casually placed on the easel, pretending to be thinking - but in fact, he was thinking about something else. Things didn't become troublesome, so why would Yaheng be angry?

This time, the troublesome, annoying, and squeamish Yaheng did not block his contact information, but ignored all his proactive overtures, as if Baldwin was unilaterally harassing Yaheng.

It was obvious that as long as he took off his clothes and exposed his impressively sized cock, Yaheng would stare at him eagerly, his gray eyes that were so bright that they could squeeze water out of them, full of desire.

As a result, as soon as I put on my clothes, Yaheng immediately turned hostile and ignored me.

What a bitch! Baldwin gnashed his teeth in his heart. He picked up a piece of paint and smeared it on the canvas without even looking at it.

"Wow, classmate, what are you planning to draw? A field of flowers in the sun?"

Baldwin was startled by the sound in his ear. He came to his senses suddenly and noticed that the professor on the podium had walked up to him and was staring at the canvas on which he was scribbling.

It turned out that the professor had stopped lecturing long ago, and the students next to him had already started their own creations.

The originally pure white canvas was casually painted with a thick and clear yellow by Baldwin, like a touch of sunlight slipping into the canvas, like golden satin, like a sunflower in the light.

Like Ahheng's hair.

Baldwin was startled and looked at the canvas in front of him with some astonishment. He didn't expect that he would see another person through the canvas.

It was not until he heard the professor's voice again that Baldwin regained his composure.

"Ah... a portrait." Baldwin paused and replied, "I painted a portrait of a person."

"Oh," the professor nodded, "very interesting background." His eyes were teasing, as if he was mocking Baldwin's previous scribbles.

So, it's really crazy.