Hearing Zhao Xinmei's voice dripping with seduction, Chen Bin felt his raging dragon so swollen it was about to explode.
He pulled out his right hand instantly, gripped his purplish, swollen dragon, and kept rubbing gently around the mouth of her valley.
A fierce emptiness surged in, and Zhao Xinmei instinctively clamped her legs tightly around Chen Bin.
Her sexy red lips let out hot, shallow breaths.
He knew the moment was ripe, grasped Zhao Xinmei's White Jade Peaks hard, slammed his hips forward with a burst of force.
Pa! Pa! Pa…
With every thrust, Chen Bin was ruthless, ramming his dragon's head right into the heart of her flower.
A soul-deep wave of pleasure, laced with pulses of soreness, made Zhao Xinmei open her mouth wide without thinking.
Her sexy red lips parted slightly, revealing the pink, fragrant little tongue inside.
