Turning her head to look at Chen Bin, Ma Juan's face was full of disbelief.
"What did you say?"
But Chen Bin didn't answer—instead, he pulled her pants down to her knees.
He unzipped his fly, guided his rock-hard cock, and rubbed it gently along her messy, dripping slit.
A surge of intense pleasure crashed through her; Ma Juan's whole body trembled, her pretty cheeks flushed bright red.
The way she stared at Chen Bin was filled with nothing but hunger.
"Brother Bin, I can't take it anymore, ah, mmm~ Your rubbing makes me so itchy—fuck me! Fill me up, now!"
"Yeah? Then hurry up and get on your knees."
As he spoke, Chen Bin slipped his hand under Ma Juan's clothes from behind, seizing her heavy, round tits and kneading them slowly.
The itch between her legs was becoming unbearable; Ma Juan couldn't think about anything else. She got down on her knees right away.
At the same time, she impatiently stuck out her soft, perky ass.
