Seeing this, Zhao Xinmei's eyes flew open in shock.
"Nonsense! Why do you put everything into your mouth?"
Chen Bin seized the chance to beg: "Mom, my cock is so uncomfortable, can't we do it just one more time? I swear, this is the last time!"
"No way. How many 'last times' have you already promised? I don't believe you!"
Chen Bin wouldn't give up, acting like a stubborn kid, rubbing his cheek against Zhao Xinmei's soft, perky tits, nuzzling around messily.
"Mom, I'm really dying down there. Please, I'm begging you."
"Begging won't work. Hurry up and get off me!"
Seeing Zhao Xinmei was dead set against it, Chen Bin couldn't help but start whining.
"Now I know, you're so damn selfish—get yourself off and leave me hanging, right?"
Zhao Xinmei flushed bright red at that, mortified and pissed, and—forgetting any shame—she started smacking Chen Bin hard.
He dodged around but wouldn't shut up for a second.
