Chen Wanqiu really couldn't stand that sentence, how many more people could make her happy?
So she no longer hesitated, extended her tongue, and began to lick. Her tongue was different from others, very long. Chen Mo was seeing such a lengthy tongue for the first time; it could hook into the groove of the Dragon Head with just a curl.
She had long recognized the size of Chen Mo's "Dragon," but this was a different kind of big.
The Dragon Head was particularly prominent; it was this thing that would scrape back and forth inside her.
Dragon Breath began to secrete from the Dragon Eyes, sticking to her fragrant tongue, and pulling silken threads.
Chen Wanqiu had started to get into the groove. She took the Dragon Head into her mouth, feeling the helmet sliding around in her mouth, gently scraping the inner walls, which were the softest parts.
A warm sensation came over her, and Chen Mo could feel Chen Wanqiu's dedication.
