The soft entrance to the valley was brutally pried open by the dragon's head, ramming deep into the flower's core.
Wei Bailu trembled violently, collapsing limply atop Chen Bin, no longer able to move.
After all, she was hardly experienced—and that secluded valley had rarely ever been plowed.
The terrifying fullness surged up inside her; every ounce of strength dissolved in a heartbeat.
"Haaah~ Daddy... god, please move. I... I really can't take it anymore."
Faced with Wei Bailu's pleading, Chen Bin of course saw no reason to refuse her.
So he rose abruptly, pinned her down on the bed, and began to rock his hips in slow, deliberate motion.
The secluded valley, now slick with spring water, let the dragon slip in with easy strokes—every thrust able to grind straight into her very core.
Chen Bin pressed both hands onto Bailu's snowy peaks, cradling one shapely leg in his arm, then began teasing with nine shallow thrusts and one deep penetration.
"Pa! Pa! Pa..."
