"Ah...no! God, although we are your people, this is the first time we've met!"
The young girl-like Du Juan let out a long groan in Jiang Yun's arms, then stopped writhing and struggling.
The stroking of her jade hands also stopped. Du Juan's body went limp and weak in Jiang Yun's arms, letting Jiang Yun touch her all over, shamelessly humiliating and disgracing her.
What's terrifying is that the azaleas are already gurgling in the spring water, and the valley is muddy. Even more terrifying is that the azaleas have actually spread their two snow-white jade legs.
To allow Jiang Yun to go deeper, more conveniently, more freely, and more arbitrarily, Du Juan actually gently swayed her waist.
Du Juan, yielding to Jiang Yun's fingers, could only gasp and moan helplessly, "My God, no! Don't do this!"
The young girl, Du Juan, was completely captivated when she felt a chill on her chest; the buttons of her blouse had been undone without her noticing.
This is something Wei Baili and Du Meiya have seen before; the black bra couldn't hide Du Juan's snow-white, full, and rounded breasts at all.
Even the two cherry-like protrusions were faintly visible. Du Juan hesitated, dazed, panting, and moaning as she watched Jiang Yun slowly push up her bra.
Then, she opened her mouth and roughly took the snow-white, towering breasts into her mouth, kissing, swallowing, sucking, and biting them. The young girl, Dujuan, suddenly threw her head back.
She held Jiang Yun's head tightly in her arms, as if trying to merge Jiang Yun into her breasts, her beautiful face contorted in pain.
It was pain, it was humiliation, but even more so, it was an incomparably pleasurable sensation that spread from the breasts to every part of the body, deep into the depths of the torso.
The azalea is already bursting with spring fever, its spring passion is overflowing, and the spring tide is surging. Its whole body is sore and numb, itchy and unbearable, and it feels weak and powerless.
All she could do was helplessly let Jiang Yun kiss, caress, rub, and invade every inch of Du Juan's snow-white, plump skin.
Wei Baili had not given Du Juan enough satisfaction and pleasure, yet now she was being kissed, caressed, rubbed, and sucked by Jiang Yun, a god.
Long-suppressed desires stirred within her, and long-dormant passions surged forth. Dujuan could never have imagined that this god possessed such fervent, wet kisses and skillful kneading techniques.
Moreover, there was that enormous, unparalleled male totem pressing against Du Juan's soft lower abdomen, constantly stimulating and tempting Du Juan's melancholy and empty mind and body.
Du Juan gasped and moaned, "My God, no! I still love Wei Baili... I may be your subject, but I still love Wei Baili..."
"Good azalea, are you sure you don't want it?"
Jiang Yun grasped his own giant dragon, a huge dragon whose head, like a large egg, rubbed against the plump and tender petals of the azalea.
Then, he used the hard dragon head to grind and stir at the entrance of the cuckoo's hole, and lewdly laughed.
"Dujuan, look at you! Has Wei Baili ever cared about you at a time like this?! You're so plump, beautiful, and tender!"
Du Juan swayed her beautiful body, her originally mature and dignified beauty now enhanced by a seductive allure, panting and moaning softly:
"My God...please, stop torturing me...I am Aiwei Baili...I am Aiwei Baili! Please!"
When Jiang Yun heard Du Juan's words, she suddenly became angry.
Regardless of whether Du Juan asked Jiang Yun to go in or begged him not to, Du Juan exerted force with her waist.
Jiang Yun thrust his entire dragon in, sending the hard dragon into the plump, tender petals of the azalea.
Ah! No!
Dujuan let out a long groan, her sexy and voluptuous body arching. Dujuan felt an unprecedented, wonderful feeling of fullness bursting through her body, and blood flowed from her vagina.