Slurp~
Sheng Tian awoke to the sound of loud and wet sounds as well as a hot feeling enveloping his unsheathed sword.
He looked down and found Yue Ling'er busying herself with his raging dragon. She took in half of his member but was unable to take in the whole thing.
She smiled radiantly at Sheng Tian, "Good morning~"
"Urgh!"
An incredible softness enveloped his sacred sword and sent shivers down his spine. Yue Ling'er had used her breasts to compensate for her lack of experience, though the tip of his member still stuck out, oozing a clear liquid.
He smiled, "You know it's not morning, right?"
"Does it matter?"
Ling'er stuck out her tongue and saliva dripped down to drench Sheng Tian's raging dragon. Then, she enveloped the tip of his rod with her lips and Sheng Tian flinched when she moved her tongue in a circular motion.
"Urk!"
