Chen Bin reached out to steady his dragon, smiling at Ma Juan as he spoke.
"Wifey, it's been so long since we did it, you've probably forgotten how it tastes. Come, give me some head."
"Gulp!"
Staring at the massive purple dragon inches away, Ma Juan could only swallow hard, struggling.
Without a trace of hesitation, she grabbed the dragon in her hand.
After stroking it a few times, she parted her pink lips, sliding the head of the dragon into her mouth.
Compared to Zhao Xinmei, Ma Juan wasn't that skilled.
But she wasn't afraid to be rough, and that feeling of being stuffed so deep into her throat brought out a primal urge to conquer.
Chen Bin enjoyed it thoroughly, breathing in deeply. He pressed Ma Juan's head down, pushing the dragon deeper and deeper toward her esophagus.
"Mmm… *cough cough*..."
All these years of being pampered had made Ma Juan a bit delicate, and she found herself uncomfortable for a moment.
She began coughing uncontrollably.
