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Clearly, even in her ravenous, insatiable years, she was still no match for Chen Bin.
However, Chen Bin didn't seem fully satisfied yet—the erupting dragon still showed no sign of softening.
So he continued to move within Hao Wenjing's valley, seeking to push her to a new pinnacle of pleasure.
After a brief spell of unconsciousness, Chen Bin thrust her back to awakening.
She no longer screamed, instead collapsing onto the bed like a broken doll played to exhaustion.
It wasn't until Chen Bin's dragon finally went completely soft that Hao Wenjing let out a long, relieved sigh.
In her hazy, detached state, she almost felt a sense of liberation.
Yet strangely, alongside the relief, came an intense longing for the dragon itself.
After pulling his dragon away, Chen Bin placed it near Hao Wenjing's lips.
