Hearing the sound of dishwashing still echoing in the kitchen, Chen Bin hurriedly unzipped his pants, freeing his hard, swollen dragon.
Lifting the tablecloth, he saw Zhao Xinmei bending over with her peachy behind, her eyes dreamily looking at him.
The lascivious, captivated look was a stark contrast to her former nobility.
Swallowing, Chen Bin immediately beckoned to Zhao Xinmei, who was lying under the table.
"Mom, hurry up and lick it for a while, your son is really uncomfortable."
Zhao Xinmei frowned slightly, her shame-covered face full of hesitation.
"Xiao Bin, do you really want to do it here? What if Nianbing finds out?"
"Don't worry, she's still washing dishes, she won't find out."
Even though she knew it was wrong, Zhao Xinmei hadn't tasted Chen Bin's essence for a long time, and her heart was already filled with longing.
Looking at the iron-hard dragon, Zhao Xinmei felt her mouth go dry.
