Zhang Xiaomeng hesitated no longer, directly lifting the qipao, and gently slid off the underpants beneath. In an instant, Rong Anyao felt a draft on her lower body.
And the dragon beneath Zhang Xiaomeng had already touched the Peach Blossom Secret Realm below her.
"Xiaomeng, be gentle, I'm scared," Rong Anyao's voice seemed to pant, but it sounded more like an aphrodisiac for Zhang Xiaomeng. Soon, gentleness suffused him from head to toe.
Without any warning, Zhang Xiaomeng and Rong Anyao completely merged into one.
Rong Anyao's tears flowed from the pain, "Xiaomeng, it hurts too much, you are too big, I can't bear it."
"Ah, my nemesis."
As Zhang Xiaomeng moved, starting the onslaught, it wasn't long before Rong Anyao was completely overwhelmed. She could only soften atop Zhang Xiaomeng, allowing his unrestrained attacks, while she tried hard to bear it all, enjoying Zhang Xiaomeng's size and bliss.
"Ah, Xiaomeng, I can't take it anymore."
"Xiaomeng, I'm going to die."
