SLAP.
With a fleshy slap, Chen Yang glanced at the growing crowd in the park square. He grabbed Lin Jingyi's supple buttocks as his ferocious dragon head plunged into her wet, welcoming flesh.
"Mmph!" Lin Jingyi bit her red lips hard, stifling a moan that threatened to escape her throat. She couldn't let anyone hear such a shameless sound.
"Come on, Aunt, give me your left hand," Chen Yang commanded, his ears picking up the music starting to blare from the square.
"You little rascal... you... you're really not afraid..."
Lin Jingyi obediently reached her arm back, placing her hand in his. Chen Yang loved her so much, and all she could do was obey and let him have his way.
"Heh, don't worry, Aunt. With me here, there's nothing to be afraid of."
Then, moving to the beat of the square dance music, Chen Yang began to thrust rhythmically.
