Chen Bin held his raging dragon, first grinding it against Liao Ruoji's secret valley.
Then, with a fierce thrust, he buried himself smoothly deep inside her haven.
"Ah—hah~"
Assaulted by that searing fullness, Liao Ruoji let out a muffled moan, her heart swelling with a pleasure that bordered on delirium.
Chen Bin could feel her velvet walls clutching tight around his dragon, the intense tightness sucking him in, pushing waves of raw ecstasy through him.
"Pa! Pa! Pa…"
The hard, rhythmic slap of bodies collided suddenly—a wild, feral beast unleashed, Chen Bin pressed down on Liao Ruoji's delicate hips, hammering her relentlessly.
"Ah… ahh~ gentle… go easier, I can't— If you keep this up I… I can't take it! Please… just slow down!"
Liao Ruoji never expected Chen Bin would be this rough from the very start.
This burning, feverish passion sent shivers all through her, every inch tingling, making her want to cry out in pure, unfiltered lust.
