Taming the Enemy (Bisexual)

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*My sworn enemy went out to get his clitoris pierced, and he couldn't stop squirting and had to ask his sworn brother for help

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"You...you scared me to death!" Yaheng, who was caught red-handed, was shaking and almost dropped the phone in his hand. Baldwin quickly took the phone and placed it steadily on the coffee table in front of him.

The blond young man's pupils trembled, and he subconsciously looked at Baldwin's face. He shrank his neck unconsciously, and put on a fierce expression, trying to make himself look more righteous.

"I'm not snooping through your phone. I'm just checking to see if you've violated our...sexual agreement," he said haltingly.

However, Baldwin just nodded indifferently, stood up straight, and was about to leave Yaheng and go to the studio.

"Hey...you," Yaheng hurriedly grabbed the man's sleeve. He turned his eyes and saw the phone that was still on. He immediately asked loudly, "You looked at some...some women's things behind my back! And they were very lewd. There is really something wrong with you!"

"...?" Baldwin seemed helpless and shook his head. He looked down at Yaheng, who was clutching the corner of his clothes with a red face. He sighed softly, "...Do you really think this is a woman's thing?"

"..." Yaheng's eyelids twitched. He realized that it was the clitoral ring that Baldwin had prepared for the female hole between his legs. It seemed that the man had long wanted to mark Yaheng's clitoris.

Yaheng couldn't help but shiver and let go of the hand that was hooked around Baldwin.

From Baldwin's perspective, he could see Yaheng sitting on the sofa with his thighs slightly open. The blond young man had one hand on the middle of his thigh, just covering the little fleshy pussy between his legs. He was looking up at Baldwin timidly, his eyes so charming that they almost squeezed water out of him, with a hook that made people feel itchy.

Baldwin knew that his pussy must be wet, so Yaheng covered her pussy with her hands as if to hide the truth. Her face was flushed with shame, and she couldn't tell whether she was expecting or hoping that the man would leave quickly.

Just thinking about it made Baldwin feel like he was almost going crazy. For a moment, he wanted to strip Yaheng of his clothes, and use the excuse that this idiot was looking at his phone to push him into a bucket of paint, and then let Yaheng use his fleshy pussy to paint on the drawing paper.

Or he could simply paint his works all over Yaheng's naked body, including the pink pussy, which would be clamped with a clip to completely expose the hole in the middle, and then have Baldwin recolor it with paint - and then wait until the day of the exhibition to let everyone see how he fucked his slutty baby until she was juicy, and the water squirting from the pussy soaked the entire exhibition stand.

As he thought about it, his breathing became heavy, and the look he gave Yaheng became creepy. Yaheng was almost frightened by him, a chill ran down his spine, and he was fascinated by Baldwin's aggressive eyes. The blond young man shivered and tentatively stretched out his fingers to hook Baldwin's hand.

The next second, he was pushed away by Baldwin with great force. The man no longer cared about Yaheng. He ran back to the studio without looking back and closed the door.

Yaheng, who was left behind, had a bewildered look on his face. He pursed his lips in grievance, angrily grabbed Baldwin's phone and threw it against the wall.

With a "bang", the screen of Baldwin's mobile phone was cracked.

Then Yaheng stormed out angrily.

But Yaheng did not give up.