Taming the Enemy (Bisexual)

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*The Enemy's Confession Plan 1-First Date in the Cinema, Car Sex and Ass Fuck

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Let me first talk about the conclusion, which is that Yaheng decided to confess his feelings.

Come on, he's not a fool. Why do you think he can't understand that when Baldwin looked at him, there was a hint of expectation in his eyes?

Yaheng often loses his concentration when kissing Baldwin, and then the man pinches his jaw and forcefully uses his tongue to conquer his mouth. He opens his mouth wide, and even the last drop of saliva is sucked dry, and the tip of his tongue becomes numb.

However, when Baldwin got serious, he would get close to the man and hold Baldwin's cheek. When those words of love and those sweet words were about to come out of his mouth, Baldwin would lower his head and kiss him.

Baldwin's eyes were always warm, even hotter than the cock between his legs, and they would cause a slight sting on the blond young man's face.

Oh my god, please stop staring at me. It's so embarrassing.

At first, Yaheng resisted awkwardly, but he would secretly recall the past in the dead of night.

In his dream, he sometimes went back to his childhood, sitting by the window with his legs crossed waiting for Baldwin to come; sometimes he was against Baldwin, and if anyone dared to confess to Baldwin, everything would be destroyed by him.

So the person who was arm in arm with Baldwin turned out to be himself as he wished. While Yaheng was nestled in the man's arms, he could hear someone's heartbeat pounding - that was too embarrassing, who did he think he saw that made his heart beat so fast?

He deliberately frowned and pushed away the man who was trying to get close to him, but he couldn't help but secretly stare at the man - how could someone have such beautiful muscle lines and a face so handsome that even his black eyes were shining?

But Yaheng was sure that what were in Baldwin's eyes were not fallen stars, because those stars should be private - what he meant was that the beautiful Baldwin should belong to someone, and his loveliness was not public.

You know what I mean. While Yaheng was mumbling in his sleep, water was dripping out of him. In his dream, Yaheng showed off his wet pussy as he wished, and he forcefully pressed Baldwin under him, pulled down his pants, and stuffed the cock into his hole.

He squeezed Baldwin so hard that his face turned red, and he could only lie on the bed and stare at him infatuatedly. That look was so gentle, and it made Yaheng feel very familiar. Because it was so common, Yaheng didn't realize it was important at first.

When Yaheng woke up and looked at the wet bed sheets, he suddenly slapped his thigh and had an epiphany.

Yaheng was determined to confess his feelings, but the person who stopped him from speaking was Baldwin.

Whenever he was determined to get close to Baldwin, he would always find a way to block his mouth. Baldwin would either pinch the flesh on his cheeks and chew his lips, or lift the hem of his clothes and stuff it into his mouth to make it easier for him to slip his hands into the waistband of Yaheng's pants...Yaheng would often collapse in his palms, feeling so comfortable that he would soon forget what he was going to do.

The most outrageous incident was when Baldwin, in order to interrupt him, pressed the blond young man's shoulders and made him kneel in front of him. Then, when Yaheng blinked in confusion, he stuffed his erect purple-black cock into Yaheng's mouth.