"Mmm…"
Feeling the soft, trembling body in his arms, Chen Yang stopped his assault on Ma Xiaorong.
At this moment, recalling what had just happened, Ma Xiaorong twisted her head away in shame, not daring to look at Xiao Huiyun. After all, she had just sprayed all over Xiao Huiyun's hand. It was too embarrassing.
"Xiao Chen, this sister still wants more."
Xiao Huiyun lifted her delicate chin, her mesmerizing eyes gazing at Chen Yang with tenderness. With a soft hand, she pulled the great dragon from Ma Xiaorong's Honey Spring and, using the slick fluid, began skillfully teasing it. Her demeanor was the epitome of allure, like a ripe peach overflowing with juice, incredibly seductive.
"Sister Xiao, you're ready for more already?" Chen Yang's lips curled into a smile. He knew he was in for a real treat today.
