Faced with Sun Zhe's flustering question, Zhu Yan didn't know how to respond. A hint of sweetness still rose in her heart, though. When a man complimented a woman on her tightness, it was akin to a woman praising a man for his size. It was a source of pride.
Her cheeks flushed, and she playfully flicked Sun Zhe's nipple with a fingernail. "How would I know? It's just natural." She then added, "Every woman's canal is constructed differently, just like everyone's ears are unique."
"True." Sun Zhe chuckled, his hands on the snow-white thighs of her kneeling form. "Stepmom, I can't hold back anymore. I want to go in."
Hearing this, Zhu Yan lowered her head, her lips lightly pursed. She guided the towering dragon with her slender hand, gently rubbing its blunt, round head between the butterfly wings. After a moment of sufficient lubrication, Zhu Yan bit her lower lip, her beautiful eyes narrowing slightly with an extreme allure as she slowly sank her hips downward.
