"Hiss..."
Feeling that warmth and tightness, Yang Cheng sucked in a breath of cold air, his big hand falling onto Yun Chan's head, gently pressing her down.
A muffled whimper spilled from Yun Chan's mouth, her little lips bulging from being stretched by the massive dragon, physiological tears welling up in her beautiful eyes.
"I think I'm starting to feel something, swallow a bit deeper."
Yang Cheng's breathing grew rough, his face full of pleasure.
Hearing this, Yun Chan forced her cherry lips open as wide as she could, painfully swallowing the Dragon Root, then under his guidance began to slowly move up and down.
Her tongue was soft, instinctively licking around the tip, sending such stimulation through Yang Cheng that his whole body went taut; he could no longer suppress his desire, and the Dragon Root that had just been drooping instantly sprang to life.
"Huff, huff! Faster."
