"Mmm... gulp..."
After swallowing, Sister Qing, whose eyes were squeezed shut, savored the intense masculine essence that exploded across her taste buds and olfactory senses. Combined with the mask-like sensation coating her face, the desire in her body and soul was not sated but instead grew even stronger.
Chen Yang pressed the head of his dragon against her lips, a playful smile on his face. "Come on. Don't waste a drop."
"Whew... Mr. Chen, have you forgiven me now?" Sister Qing squinted, extending her warm, pink tongue. Like a puppy, she licked every last drop of the white fluid from the dragon's shaft and swallowed it down.
"We'll talk about that later." Looking down at the alluring woman, Chen Yang adjusted his clothes and reminded her, "You can bring it up again when I'm satisfied."
His words gave Sister Qing a glimmer of hope. "Mr. Chen, I can do it right now! Whatever you want, I'll join you..."
