In the third-party restroom, Lin Fan sat on the toilet, hungrily sucking the surging breast milk.
Gong Binqi, straddling him, grabbed the towering dragon and thrust it into the slippery abyss.
"Brother-in-law, eat slower... Sister's milk is plentiful!"
Feeling the great dragon constantly slamming into the wet chasm, ecstasy surging in her heart, Gong Binqi tightly embraced Lin Fan's head, biting her lower lip with a hazy look of moaning in her eyes.
"I've contacted the Gao Family... they'll take you away tomorrow and find a place for you to stay in the city. Are you ready?"
Lin Fan wiped the milk from the corner of his mouth, looking at the still undulating Gong Binqi, who, at her most wanton, was carried to the peak by the Iron Pestle.
"I'm ready... to leave at any time... but can I still see you afterward?"
Gong Binqi, trembling, gazed foolishly at Lin Fan, the pleasure that captivated her soul had long made her uncontrollably yearn.
