"Aunt Xiao Rong, come over here."
Seeing that Xiao Huiyun was utterly overwhelmed by his assault, Chen Yang released her knee and turned toward Ma Xiaorong at the door.
Gleaming, viscous threads stretched from the dragon's head, dripping onto the floor and filling Ma Xiaorong's eyes with adoration.
"Mmm... Hmm..."
On the bed, Xiao Huiyun lay with her limp, beautiful legs spread open, her delicate body still trembling from the aftershocks. The valley between her pale thighs was covered in a glistening white fluid. The Honey Spring at its center had been stretched much wider than before.
With every breath she took, the entrance to her Honey Spring pulsed open and closed. A pink, crystalline liquid continued to overflow, the soft flesh unable to fully close. It was clear that any woman who was with Chen Yang would be molded to his shape, finding it impossible to fall for another man.
"Chen Yang, if we do this, won't Sister Xiao get angry?"
