As soon as the words fell, Chen Bin roared, thrusting the dragon forcefully at Ma Juan's flower core.
The latter bit her lip tightly, her legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
Her whole body shook rapidly as if electrified.
After both reached climax simultaneously, the thick essence and the stream mingled together.
Flowing wantonly in the narrow gorge.
After nearly half a minute had passed, Chen Bin suddenly withdrew the dragon.
Instantly, countless silver waters gushed out, all falling onto the floor.
Upon seeing this, Ma Juan, like an ostrich, buried her head in Chen Bin's arms.
Only when the latter asked her to clean the dragon did she turn around to take the dragon head in her mouth and began to suck hard.
Since deciding to marry Chen Bin, Ma Juan had even enrolled in a socialite class.
The skills to serve a man improved by leaps and bounds.
With the dragon head in her mouth, she carefully rubbed it with her tongue continuously.
