Looking into Chen Bin's determined gaze, Zhao Xinmei was at a loss for words.
Without waiting for her response, the former suddenly thrust his dragon deep into the core.
Faced with this sudden stimulus, Zhao Xinmei couldn't help but let out a low moan.
Her brows furrowed, legs straightened, and her perfect, delicate body trembled continuously.
She seemed to be utterly overwhelmed.
Chen Bin didn't care so much; as long as he didn't hit Zhao Xinmei's belly, he began to move rhythmically in and out.
Before long, he was surprised to find out.
Whenever the dragon withdrew, Zhao Xinmei would unconsciously take a deep breath.
And when it re-entered, she'd let out a long, low moan from her throat.
"Mom, are you saying you're not feeling good with my thrusts?"
"Um~ shut… shut up!"
Zhao Xinmei's tone was still sharp, but her beautiful legs inadvertently clenched tightly around Chen Bin's waist.
