Looking down at Han Bing, who was rapidly bobbing her head below him, devouring his hot, stiff rod, Tang Feng's face was filled with pleasure, even a hint of madness.
It felt too good.
That warm little mouth was so tight and deep, the soft flesh firmly wrapping around his heated stiffness.
It squeezed from all directions, squeezing him in a particularly comfortable and soul-destroying way.
He had enjoyed the oral favors of countless women, from blossoming, tender girls to battle-hardened, experienced matrons.
But no woman had ever made him feel this good.
About ten minutes later.
Han Bing released his cock, lifted her head, her face flushed and her eyes slightly glazed as she looked at Tang Feng and asked, "Am I not pleasing you well enough?"
Tang Feng's gaze was fiery as he said, "No, it's extremely pleasurable, like never before."
Han Bing bluntly asked, "If it's so pleasurable, why haven't you cum? Why aren't you reacting intensely?"
There was a slight pause.
