"Don't move, I'll handle it."
Yang Cheng smirked mischievously as he leaned in, pressing his weapon against Yang Xiao's soft, delicate lips.
The burning and rigid dragon made Yang Xiao's pretty face flush red; she slowly parted her small mouth, first taking in the dragon's head.
"Hoo...hoo... This feels incredible!"
Encased in a warm sensation, Yang Cheng sighed in satisfaction, his face full of pleasure.
Only the dragon's head had been gratified, which certainly wouldn't suffice, so he gradually worked his hips, feeding the entire dragon deeper into her mouth.
"Mmm...mmph…"
Soon enough, Yang Xiao's little mouth was stretched full, her cheeks puffed out, and enticing moans spilled from her lips.
Knowing the young girl was now just as consumed by the fire of desire, Yang Cheng's hand slid to her chest, carefully avoiding the area with the silver needles, teasing the tender buds of her breasts.
