Chen An's enormity was now smeared with wet, sticky liquid.
Wang Ping extended the tip of her tongue, lightly licked it, and then swallowed it whole.
This couldn't help but make Chen An let out an involuntary hiss.
He felt the front of himself completely enveloped by something warm.
Upon looking, he discovered that Wang Ping had already taken the front part of him, that egg-sized rounded head, into her mouth.
Wang Ping's cheeks were bulging, stretched by the egg-sized girth at her mouth, witnessing the wanton look on the face of this mature woman as she devoured his magnitude.
Just the tip had entered, and it completely stretched her small mouth.
Chen An's face was full of smugness.
"Heh heh, Sister Ping, being enveloped by your little mouth feels so good."
"My little husband, I'm just here to please you."
As she spoke, Wang Ping began to move up and down on Chen An's enormity, sucking rhythmically, and soon the hallway was filled with the smack, smack sounds again.
