Hearing the sound of dishes being washed still coming from the kitchen, Chen Bin quickly unzipped his pants and released his hard, swollen dragon.
Lifting the tablecloth, he saw Zhao Xinmei's peach-like butt sticking up, her eyes blurred as she looked at him.
That lascivious and silly expression was entirely different from her former nobility.
Swallowing hard, Chen Bin immediately waved at Zhao Xinmei who was under the table.
"Mom, hurry up and lick it for a while, your son is really suffering."
Zhao Xinmei slightly frowned, her face full of shame and hesitation.
"Xiao Bin, do you really want to do it here? What if Nianbing finds out?"
"It's okay, she's still washing the dishes, she won't notice."
Although she knew it was wrong, Zhao Xinmei hadn't tasted Chen Bin's essence for a long time, and her heart was full of longing.
Looking at his iron-hard dragon, Zhao Xinmei's mouth went dry.
She immediately parted her red lips and took Chen Bin's dragon head into her mouth.
