Looking into Chen Bin's resolute eyes, Zhao Xinmei felt momentarily at a loss.
Before she could respond, his dragon fiercely plunged deep into the flower's core.
Faced with this sudden stimulation, Zhao Xinmei couldn't help but let out a moan.
Her brows furrowed, legs stretched straight, her perfect, delicate body trembled nonstop.
It appeared to give off an impression of unbearable sensation.
Yet, Chen Bin paid no mind, moving in and out with powerful thrusts without hitting Zhao Xinmei's stomach.
Not long after, he discovered something surprising.
Every time the dragon withdrew, Zhao Xinmei would involuntarily take a deep breath.
As it thrust back in, she would let out a long, low groan from her throat.
"Mom, does it feel uncomfortable when I f*** you like this?"
"Mmm, ah~ Shut... shut up!"
Zhao Xinmei's tone was still sharp, but inadvertently her beautiful legs clamped tightly around Chen Bin's waist.
