Upon hearing Chen Bin's words, Zhao Xinmei suddenly began to struggle.
"No... no! I don't want to do this, hurry… ah-ha... get off!"
Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke.
There was a hint of sobbing mixed with coquettishness, appearing delicate and fragile.
Chen Bin only felt his dragon swelling painfully, tightly pinning Zhao Xinmei down, and without pause, resumed thrusting.
After nearly dozens of strokes, Zhao Xinmei suddenly ceased her resistance.
Her legs pressed hard against the bedsheet, her whole body tensing and trembling violently.
From deep within that secluded valley came a spasm, fresh streams gushed forth once again.
Taking advantage of this moment, Chen Bin immediately withdrew his dragon, pulling off the condom.
Then, he thrust fiercely back inside.
The sensation of flesh against flesh was incomparable to wearing protection.
Pleasure surged; he only felt a numbing sensation around his waist before a thick essence shot out, flooding the entire valley.
