"Wu Yue, come on, tell me, how big is Dr. Chen's?" Xiao Qing's beautiful eyes were full of desire; she desperately wanted to know the answer. After all, she had a fondness for Chen Yang. He was exactly her type—tall, strong, and handsome. Unfortunately, she felt very insecure around him. She was a divorced woman, and she was afraid he would look down on her.
"Sis, I think you're the one who's getting all hot and bothered." Xiao Wuyue's pretty face turned red with embarrassment as she rolled her eyes at Xiao Qing, then grabbed her forearm. "Like this."
"Oh my god, that big!" Xiao Qing stared at her own fair forearm, imagining such a fearsome member beneath Chen Yang's powerful body. Her heart fluttered wildly, and she clamped her legs tightly together under her skirt, her body threatening to melt.
She desperately wanted to be filled by such a magnificent treasure, even just once. It would surely be wonderful and exciting.
