Watching the tender foot sliding tirelessly on the dragon, Chen Bin felt his mouth go dry.
Excitedly, he said, "Yes, just like that! Faster!"
From this angle, looking inside, Chen Bin could even see the deep valley of her jade legs.
The valley was still as tender as a young girl, but with a little trace of blood seeping out, adding to its allure.
As Ke Jiayi tirelessly slid, her sole tightly wrapped around the dragon, her toes pressed against the dragon's eye, rubbing constantly.
The wondrous sensation continuously came, making Chen Bin close his eyes, his breathing gradually turning rapid.
However, not long after, Ke Jiayi was panting and out of breath.
Her fragrant sweat was glistening, and those beautiful legs couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"Minister Chen, are you done? I... I'm almost out of strength."
Though Chen Bin was enjoying himself, Ke Jiayi's unskilled techniques never brought him to the point of release.
