After Wei Bailu stroked him a few times, Chen Bin didn't feel any pleasure at all.
So he simply scooped her up around the waist, carried her into the room, and laid her right down on the bed.
He gently slipped off Wei Bailu's little panties, exposing that tender, plump secret valley.
The two delicate lips clung together, and right above them sat a jade pearl, about the size of a soybean.
Though it looked as succulent and luscious as Zha Qiuling's, this place was pristine, not a single hair to be found.
Gazing at her fresh, untouched sweetness, Chen Bin's desire flared up—he wanted nothing more than to bury his face and suck hard.
Wei Bailu panted rapidly, her gaze at Chen Bin brimming with apprehension.
"Mr. Chen… I… I'm so nervous. Will it hurt a lot?"
Hearing that, the fire inside Chen Bin blazed even hotter.
He opened his mouth and took Wei Bailu's jade pearl between his lips in one go.
