"Master, I'm here!"
As Cai Jing entered the bedroom, she was wearing a white dress today, fluttering like a butterfly and plunging into Lin Fan's arms.
"You little slut, cooing as soon as you enter the door, didn't your husband satisfy you?"
Then, Sun Qimei who followed in, shut the door behind her and turned around with a smile.
"With his toothpick-sized thing, how can he compare with my Master? After struggling for half a day, I felt nothing. It looks like other women have drained him dry. It's small and short, and doesn't last long. After having my Master's exotic delights, I can't settle for his plain steamed buns anymore."
Cai Jing lifted the covers as she spoke, took out the Iron Pestle, and directly stuffed it into her little mouth. Under Qu Lina's training, her skills had improved tremendously. In just a few movements, she had the dragon rearing its head.
"Your little mouth is so sweet, have you eaten honey?"
