Shen Qingmeng obediently squatted in front of Zhao Tienan, gently unbuckling his belt, liberating that constantly hardening and scorching object.
"Ah, this, this is too big."
"Doctor Zhao, what on earth have you been eating to grow so, so exaggeratedly?"
Shen Qingmeng swallowed heavily, her pair of stunningly beautiful eyes filled with disbelief. The intense male aura overwhelmed her, as if a different kind of nerve had begun to stir restlessly.
"Uh, it's natural, nothing really surprising, because this isn't even at its peak condition."
Zhao Tienan scratched his head awkwardly and said slowly.
He wasn't bragging; Zhao Tienan hadn't even fully engaged yet, but its scale had already left Shen Qingmeng flustered.
"Really?"
"Then let me try and see to what extent you can swell."
Shen Qingmeng gave a captivating smile, her voice so soft and alluring, it stirred excitement, tempting one to pounce and pin her down, recklessly charging ahead.
"You, how do you want to try?"
