Hearing Zhao Xinmei's seductive voice, Chen Bin felt the dragon swelling nearly to the point of explosion.
He immediately pulled out his right hand, supporting the purplish swollen dragon, gently rubbing it against the entrance of Yugou.
A strong sense of emptiness surged up, and Zhao Xinmei instinctively clamped her legs around Chen Bin.
Sensual red lips emitted hurried gasps.
The latter knew the time was right, grasped Zhao Xinmei's White Jade Peak fiercely, and suddenly exerted force with his waist.
Slap! Slap! Slap...
Each of Chen Bin's thrusts was incredibly fierce, the dragon's head reaching deeply into the flower's core.
A soul-deep pleasure mixed with a hint of pain, causing Zhao Xinmei to unwittingly open her mouth wide.
The sensual red lips parted slightly, revealing the tender little tongue inside.
