As soon as Chen Bin finished speaking, he paid no more mind to the panicking Zhao Xinmei.
He shoved his raging dragon straight into that warm, slippery valley without hesitation.
With a wet suck, "puchi", the dragon's head rammed right into her flower's core.
The overwhelming fullness surged into Zhao Xinmei's mind again, pleasure making her eyes widen, a hoarse moan rasping from her throat.
"So… so big, it's too deep!"
Zhao Xinmei could clearly feel that Chen Bin's dragon was even bigger than usual, and his force was fiercer too.
He shoved himself deep inside, as if he was about to split her valley open.
As Chen Bin kept thrusting, his dragon ravaged her valley, pounding madly inside.
Every time the tip stabbed into her deepest spot, Zhao Xinmei pressed her mouth tightly shut, desperately trying not to cry out.
Meanwhile, Ma Juan, lying on the sofa, was burning with wicked desire too.
