But Lew Qingyi was already lying beneath Lew Binglan, and she too began to fiddle with Lew Binglan's "gate" with her mouth.
"It's even wetter than before!"
Lew Qingyi made a new discovery, and it seemed to encourage Lew Binglan to work even harder.
The jade dragon could feel her noble and delicate oral cavity, entering and being constricted by the throbbing deep throat, over and over again.
With Chen Mo present, Lew Binglan's changes were significant; she started to secrete continuously.
As for the massage techniques, Chen Mo had been using them from the start, but now he dared not make it too obvious.
With this relationship in place, contact with Chen Mo was certain to elicit a reaction from Lew Binglan.
Lew Qingyi then knelt up herself, touched her own "gate," and muttered, "Although I'm not flowing as much as you, you're wet enough for entry, so why do they say you're frigid?"
Hearing her words, Lew Binglan spat out the jade dragon and began to probe with her own fingers.
