Taming the Enemy (Bisexual)

37

*Exposing her pussy in the courtyard, the enemy took the initiative to pee in front of the old man to please him

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"No, it's impossible, you're crazy." Yaheng shrank his neck in fear at the man's possessive and lustful eyes.

He subconsciously tried to close his thighs, not caring about his soft pussy which was numb and painful from the impact, and struggled to escape from Baldwin.

But the trembling little flower was too close to the man, so Baldwin just blew gently towards the shivering little mouth. Yaheng let out a hesitant "ah", covering his little pussy that was leaking water, not knowing what to do.

"What can't you say to someone whose skirt is so wet?" Baldwin squatted between the legs of the blond young man and said quietly.

Yaheng bit his lip and wanted to explain, but Baldwin pulled away the hand that was covering her pussy, and also tore off the cloth that was barely covering Yaheng's hole, replacing it with the man's thick and long fingers.

Without saying hello, Baldwin inserted his fingers into the pussy that had been tortured to a red color. His two fingers stretched open the tight hole and whipped Yaheng's hot and wet vagina quickly, causing the short little meat sleeve to spasm continuously and squirt out streams of juice.

"Don't, don't dig...ah..." Soon, Yaheng's lower abdomen twitched due to the man's penetration. The pleasure came in waves, making him hold his thighs and tremble violently.

Maybe it was because Baldwin had penetrated him too many times, but Yaheng's tolerance for pleasure was much better than before. At first, he would scream and squirt when his clitoris was pressed, but he would roll his eyes after a few more thrusts.

Yaheng's entire body was now flushed pink. She was still extremely sensitive, but she was able to maintain a confused consciousness and hug her thighs to make it easier for the man to rape her pussy.

Baldwin bent his fingertips and scratched the inner wall of Yaheng, causing Yaheng to shed tears and drool in pain. However, the man scolded him for acting and pinched his clitoris and twisted it again and again.

"Ah...it hurts, I really don't want that, my pussy is going to be broken..." Yaheng whimpered, his body leaning back unconsciously.

The flesh in his pussy was extremely red due to congestion, but it was always being held in the man's hands and ravaged, so he had no rest and could only swell helplessly.

"The pussy won't be damaged by being penetrated." Baldwin raised his head and glanced at Yaheng, who was almost collapsed by the pleasure, and kindly reminded him, "Don't scream so loudly, or you'll be heard."

Yaheng's eyes suddenly widened, and he bit his lips tightly. Then he remembered that he was still sitting outside, leaning against the edge of the horse field, letting Baldwin play with his pussy.

His confused brain was unable to function, but he kept remembering that he was worried that someone would see him in this lewd and lewd state.

The grass next to us rustled in the evening breeze, as if someone would jump out at any moment.

Angry and anxious, Yaheng's head buzzed, a white light flashed before his eyes, the penis in front of him trembled, and he actually ejaculated.

Baldwin was caught off guard and some semen was sprayed on his face. He was stunned at first, touched the white liquid on his face with his hand, then looked at Yaheng who was shaking and gasping, and smiled.

"You like being watched and fucked so much? Pervert." The man opened his thin lips and made a conclusion on the blond young man's lewd behavior.

Yaheng was frightened. He felt dizzy, but his lower body was pumping comfortably. In panic, he threw himself forward, tightly hooked his arms around Baldwin's neck, and buried himself in the man's arms.