After Zhao Xinmei's little panties were taken off, Chen Bin pulled out his huge cock.
Stiff and upright, it pressed against Zhao Xinmei's lower belly.
Thanks to all the yoga she practiced, Zhao Xinmei's peach-shaped ass was big and soft, incredibly satisfying to touch.
Meanwhile, Chen Bin pressed his entire face against Zhao Xinmei's neck.
That familiar body fragrance hit him again, making his head spin.
He could feel the dragon under his crotch growing even harder, his breath getting heavier.
Just as Chen Bin was about to stuff his dragon into the secret valley, Zhao Xinmei spoke softly.
"Xiao Bin, let's take off our clothes first—I don't want to stain my work uniform, it's hard to wash."
Even though Chen Bin loved Zhao Xinmei's outfit, he nodded.
After all, she already had her hands full raising their kid; better not pile up more laundry.
Once they stripped, the two slipped right under the covers.
