Sheng Tian grit his teeth, but kept his face composed. Yue Ling'er's wet and tight cave seemed to suck him in, twisting and turning to drain him of his Yang essence.
The cold walls of Yue Ling'er's lower region stimulated Sheng Tian's raging dragon further, and the tip of his rod repeatedly poked against the entrance of Yue Ling'er's womb.
Seeing Sheng Tian's slightly tense face, Yue Ling'er smiled smugly as she bounced slowly on top of Sheng Tian.
"Is this too much for you to bear?"
The corner of Sheng Tian's eye twitched, and one of his hands reached up and grabbed onto one of Yue Ling'er's swaying breasts. Using his dexterous fingers, Sheng Tian caught her nipple and twisted lightly.
"Mmn~"
Yue Ling'er involuntarily let out a moan, pausing her actions for a brief second. Sheng Tian smirked and placed his other hand on her hips, bringing Yue Ling'er back down onto his sacred rod.
"Haah~!"
