"Yes, Master!"
Ding Zi immediately stuck out her tongue, greedily sucking on the dragon.
Kneeling like a bitch in heat, she glanced up at Chen Bin with dumb, adoring eyes.
Her tongue kept lapping, crystal-clear drool slowly dripping from the corner of her mouth onto her chest.
Staring at this erotic sight, Chen Bin's mouth felt dry as the desert.
The dragon swelled bigger, as if it might explode at any moment.
Right now Ding Zi seemed to forget everything, just a horny mutt in heat, lavishing the dragon's head with licks while shooting Chen Bin a sly, provocative look.
Faced with that slutty, come-hither gaze, Chen Bin's breath came faster, hotter than ever.
No doubt about it, a thirty-year-old woman—the sweetest flavor out there.
The more he looked, the filthier she got, the harder to resist!
"Master! Your filthy puppy—does it feel good when I lick you? Slurp… slurp! Please, just fuck me now, I can't take it, it's so wet I'm leaking all over inside."
