Chen Bin said nothing, just reached out and pried open Zhao Xinmei's little mouth, shoving his massive cock inside once again.
Then he wrapped his arms around her head, and began to thrust, treating her as though she was his valley of ecstasy.
Zhao Xinmei looked up at Chen Bin, her eyes eerily calm, as if she'd entirely accepted her fate.
As he rocked back and forth, every third shallow thrust was followed by a brutal, deep stab.
And all Zhao Xinmei could do was try her best to steady herself, making sure she didn't lose her balance and fall.
This almost forceful sensation made Chen Bin's heart race with thrilling excitement.
It wasn't long before the urge to explode overwhelmed him.
He gripped Zhao Xinmei's head tighter, and with a sudden slam of his hips, buried himself to the hilt.
Splurt!
In that instant, torrents of thick, milky essence erupted out, gushing forth with abandon.
Zhao Xinmei couldn't dodge; she was forced to gulp desperately.
