Ye Tian felt Sun Qing's delicate hand caressing him.
He pressed her against the wall of the corridor, lowered his head, and, infatuated, inhaled the fragrance of Sun Qing's hair. Breathing heavily, he said, "Auntie, didn't you say you were worn out?"
"I see you can still withstand my impact!"
During the conversation,
Ye Tian bent down and buried his head between his aunt's ample bosom.
He rubbed his face against the twin peaks, standing tall.
So soft.
And so incredibly elastic!
The intoxicating scent of milk continuously entered his nostrils.
At that moment,
The Furious Dragon inside Ye Tian's pants began to swell at an alarming rate.
When Sun Qing touched the Furious Dragon and felt its wild transformation,
she quickly withdrew her hand in panic.
Just now, she couldn't resist reaching for Ye Tian's Furious Dragon.
Now, being with Ye Tian, she often couldn't control the urge to tease him.
"Dear, I know I was wrong!"
