"Qian, what are you doing!"
I was startled awake, and when I looked up, I saw Zhang Qian with her legs straddling me, seated on top of me, with one hand holding my Great General against her lush Peach Garden.
She gently rubbed it a few times, and that soul-crushing sensation almost made me lose myself, still damp with dew trickling down from inside her, running along my Great General.
The pose she held at that moment was incredibly seductive, her beautiful legs plump and pale, with a dense jungle in the middle, and two large, pale mounds hanging like papayas, gently swaying.
Her dark hair cascaded down, and her face, flushed a brilliant red, was full of intense desire.
"Xiao Yang, I can't bear it any longer! Ah! Ah! Ah! Why does it hurt a bit! It feels like tearing! Oh! Xiao Yang, you're just too big! Oh! Oh!"
Zhang Qian gasped for air, looked up at me, and then suddenly sunk down, trembling in pain.
