Watching the desperate Wen Wan, Chen Bin continued to teasingly rub the dragon head at the entrance of Yougu.
Without any intention of inserting it.
"Baby, why are you so wet? Are you always this naughty when you sing on stage?"
"No... no, I'm not like this usually. Mmm~ Please, hurry and fuck me, I feel so itchy."
As Wen Wan's words fell, her little pink tongue kept licking her lips, looking especially lewd.
"So, do you want me to fuck you every day?"
As he spoke, Chen Bin slowly pushed the dragon head into Yougu.
Although he started to move, he didn't drive straight in.
An endless emptiness surged in, causing Wen Wan immense pain.
She once again pleaded with a sobbing tone, "Yes! I dream about it! Master, please fuck me hard, I'll do whatever you say from now on."
With these words, Chen Bin hesitated no more.
He thrust the iron-hard dragon deep into Yougu.
"Ah! Oh my God, it feels so good!"
