Taming the Enemy (Bisexual)

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*The enemy deliberately hugged the sofa leg to rub his pussy to anger the old man, and the sheep eye ring punishment

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Yaheng sobbed subconsciously, he lowered his head, not daring to look at Baldwin's face. The memory of being forced to expose his body countless times in the past came to his mind. Seeing the leather shoes in front of him move, Yaheng was startled and could only resign himself to his fate and began to masturbate.

Even though Yaheng was a little frightened, the little pussy in his pants still leaked water hungrily, and even the penis that had just ejaculated showed signs of rising again.

Under Baldwin's gaze, Yaheng slowly took off his pants, which were covered with semen and vaginal fluid, revealing his wet vagina and penis.

In any case, it was too embarrassing to open my legs to Baldwin and masturbate, and to rub and finger my pussy directly with my hands.

Yaheng bit his lip, looked around, and took a fearless look at the sofa next to him.

From Baldwin's perspective, he could see part of Yaheng's exposed neck, which seemed a little red for some reason.

There was a charming scent in the air. Baldwin had to pay attention to the condition of the blond idiot at this time. He suddenly reached out his hand towards the back of his neck that was as white as lotus root.

"Ah." The man's big hand unexpectedly wrapped around the sensitive skin on the back of Yaheng's neck, causing him to shudder subconsciously, and he couldn't help but let out a moan from between his lips and teeth.

"...Why is it a little hot?" Baldwin frowned, "Do you have a fever?"

Yaheng simply pulled his neck back from the man's hands, and in order to prevent another sneak attack, he even shrank his neck - then the blond young man raised his head and glared at him.

"It's none of your business." He said stubbornly.

Baldwin was inexplicably annoyed today. Seeing that the guy in front of him was not cooperating, he lost his good face. "Okay." He raised his palms to both sides of his head and signaled to Yaheng, "I don't care."

Seeing that the man really withdrew his hand, Yaheng curled his lips instead. Compared with his body, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart - he had exposed his lower body in front of Baldwin, but Baldwin was not aroused at all - could the damn Baldwin not see the abbreviation of his name on his clitoral ring?

Or did the man really change his mind? He had long known that Baldwin was a guy who easily got bored with the old and loved the new, was extremely playful, could not resist temptation, was unreasonable, and was petty.

There was no need for me to pester him for things, as if without Baldwin, Yaheng would not be able to satisfy me.

The more Yaheng thought about it, the angrier he became. His chest heaved violently. The blond young master decided to give Baldwin one last chance. He looked at Baldwin timidly with his tearful gray eyes, which were full of invitation and desire.

However, his last hope was dashed, as Baldwin just stood there expressionless, without any reaction.

Yaheng turned around in frustration, facing the man with her round, white buttocks. He sat down next to the sofa with his lower body naked.

The sofas upstairs in the art gallery are all exquisitely designed works of art, and in front of him is a sofa chair with square high legs. Yaheng deliberately raised his head, facing Baldwin, completely exposing his smooth jawline.