Taming the Enemy (Bisexual)

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*Obscene studio dirty talk torture, back entry with nipples for painting, vagina as pen holder, studio tools for sexual release

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The blond boy lay on the table, crying his heart out, and the girl's pussy was still oozing water.

"What's wrong? Why can't you draw anymore?" Baldwin asked knowingly, leaning close to Yaheng's ear. Seeing that he was reluctant to answer, he reached out to pull the ring under Yaheng, twisting Yaheng's fragile flesh bud again and again, making the blond young man scream and squeeze out juice from the center of the hole.

"Didn't you say you wanted to use your pussy as a model for me?"

"When I told you I wanted to draw your private parts, you really agreed? And you even kept coming over here? Isn't this what you want? Why don't you try harder?"

Yaheng was scolded so much that his eyes were dizzy and he wanted to bite his tongue to commit suicide because of shame. However, his lower body, which was still tightly held in Baldwin's hand, was shaking very sensibly, rubbing against the man's big palm. The red ink that had not been completely wiped off on his little pussy had stained Baldwin's hands.

Baldwin looked down at his palm, where a soft little red flower bloomed, like a reward from Ah Heng with his cute pussy. The hot-blooded man couldn't help but hug the person tightly, wrapping around Ah Heng's body like a python, almost crushing the person's bones and eating him.

"... cough cough, can't breathe, haah." Yaheng was strangled by him and couldn't breathe. His body was stretched straight against Baldwin's chest and he rolled his eyes in suffocation. The soft flesh on the edge of his hole was squeezed out and fell into Baldwin's palm, which was whipped and pressed wantonly. His open little pussy was whipped so that the juices splashed everywhere.

The huge stimulation made Yaheng suddenly arch his body, drooling, and finally came to his senses. He subconsciously sucked the saliva hanging on his chin and wanted to struggle, but Baldwin held him tightly in his arms and kneaded his pussy.

"Don't you like showing others the extra pussy down there?"

"I just stopped watching you for a few hours and you ran out and messed up your slutty clitoris like this. I might as well open an exhibition filled with your pussy photos and name it 'Yaheng and his slutty pussy'. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

Baldwin bit Yaheng's earlobe with an evil voice, and ground the small piece of meat in his mouth. The hot air he exhaled sprayed on Yaheng's ear, giving the sensitive Yaheng goose bumps instantly. He closed his eyes, cried and shook his head, wanting to hide himself in the man's arms.

However, Baldwin, who was determined to teach him a lesson, pinched his chin and ordered him to open his eyes and look at the easel in front of him that was wet with his own pussy juice while he was being scolded.

Yaheng felt that Baldwin was very scary. Even the Baldwin who took him to play SM and walk the dog before was not so frightening. He obviously didn't want to show his pussy to others, but he also pierced a ring on the sensitive little flesh bud... Yaheng felt that he had become a strange person now, and Baldwin even scolded him.

The more Yaheng thought about it, the angrier he got. He was sobbing under Baldwin's palm with tears in his eyes. Even though the young master's clitoris was penetrated, it was still hard and painful, standing outside the female vagina, as if anyone could caress it.

"I had good intentions but I didn't want you to lose face, so I let you print your pussy on paper and exhibit it. But you couldn't hold your pee and you even stained the painting..." Baldwin, who was sticking to Yaheng's back, seemed to be insane. He babbled nonsense and described the obscene scenes in his fantasy. But Yaheng was so into the role that he was trapped in the pleasure woven by Baldwin that water spurted out of his twitching pussy from time to time.