Chen Mo cried out in pain and bent over to sit on the bed once again.
Sun Mulan saw the tent created by the huge dragon, with a patch of moisture at the tip, and giggled merrily.
"You think you can satisfy Wan Qian with just that? What's the use of being just big?"
She sat down audaciously on the edge of the bed, her round legs lifted up, and she reached out to pull away Chen Mo's bath towel.
A sticky mess revealed itself, a scene she had not seen in many years. It wasn't bad, she thought, to see such a young man so ineffective.
Sun Mulan wasn't mocking, but found Chen Mo's inexperience rather endearing.
Chen Mo had achieved his goal, which was exactly for Sun Mulan to see him that way.
"It's not like that... With Sister Qian, I can last an hour, maybe it's because you, Sister Lan, are too beautiful."
"Are you truly sincere?"
"Lips may lie, but this body of mine..."
Indeed, how could the body lie? Chen Mo had merely touched her, and had instantly ejaculated.
