Taming the Enemy (Bisexual)

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*Extra: Squirting training for a hard-mouthed boyfriend 1

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【What the writer wants to say:】

Shame on you! (The cleaning lady yelled)

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To be honest, Baldwin felt that Yaheng was a very well-behaved person at heart.

Although the blond young master is not very smart, has a weird personality and a tough mouth, he is very loyal to his desires in bed. No matter what Baldwin wants to do, Yaheng will basically cooperate obediently. However, after getting out of bed, this little bastard would find some trivial things to make Baldwin unhappy every three or five days. Small quarrels are pleasant, and Baldwin just thinks it is a manifestation of Yaheng's love for him.

But the spoiled young master often does things that are beyond his reach.

For example, today, the two of them had no classes and made an appointment to go to the library for a date. They said they were going to study, but from the moment the shameless young couple sat down, Baldwin and Yaheng leaned against each other, caressing each other's hands under the table.

My boyfriend's skin was warm and soft, and when we rubbed against each other gently, it felt teasing.

Yaheng, whose brain received ambiguous signals, couldn't bear it anymore. He stood up suddenly, grabbed Baldwin's arm and dragged the man to the bathroom. He threw Baldwin hard on the toilet, then turned around and closed the cubicle door.

Baldwin sat on the toilet and looked up at Yaheng, whose face was flushed. He asked knowingly, "What's wrong?"

"I...I..." Ah Heng stammered, his grey eyes sparkling with watery light, his lips swollen from biting himself. The blond boy looked at Baldwin with a hook in his eyes, scratching Baldwin's mind again and again.

"What's wrong with you?" However, Baldwin suppressed his restlessness. He smiled at Yaheng, who looked unsatisfied, and half-interrogated and half-coaxed him, "It's okay, I'm going out."

For some reason, Yaheng looked very anxious. He clenched the corner of his clothes tightly with his hands and looked at Baldwin angrily on his face. They were in a stalemate for a while, and Yaheng gritted his teeth, turned around and took off his pants.

He hurriedly unbuttoned his trousers, pulling his underwear down to his knees, then faced Baldwin again, his half-erect penis under his shirt.

There's something even more exciting.

The boy held his penis with one hand, revealing his wet little pussy between his legs.

There was a ring on Yaheng's clitoris, which stimulated the red and hard little fleshy clitoris all the time, and the bullied little fleshy clitoris was glistening with moisture.

"You know what to do."

However, unlike the soft little pussy that was crying constantly, the owner of the little pussy was very hard. Yaheng raised his chin proudly, challenging the man recklessly.

If you ignore his naked lower body and his active action of spreading his vagina.

Baldwin's Adam's apple rolled, he raised his head and looked at Yaheng's awkward and expectant face, his eyes dark and unclear.

Sometimes he wondered if he had trained Yaheng too well, or if Yaheng was too well behaved and was a natural slut - even if he wanted to save face, the young master did not forget to show off his dripping little pussy in a standard pose and extend an invitation to Baldwin.