The pleasure and suffocating sensation hit Zhao Xinmei simultaneously, making her moans become louder and louder.
Chen Bin, however, held her delicate body firmly, continuing his frenzied thrusting in her valley.
"Mmm~ No... don't do this! I'm dying, I... mmm~ I can hardly breathe!"
Just when Zhao Xinmei was about to faint from lack of oxygen, she suddenly reached her peak.
A high-pitched moan escaped her lips, her body started convulsing continuously.
Under the pressure of the dragon, countless streams gushed out, flooding the room.
Marks of moisture were left on the bed, the cover, and even Ma Juan's face.
At the same time, the dragon, under the rushing stream, also began to tremble continuously.
Chen Bin thrust forcefully, fiercely driving the dragon's head into the depths of her core.
Instantly, countless streams of milky essence gushed out.
Like a volcanic eruption, it surged wildly inside Zhao Xinmei's core.
