When Chen An heard Du Juan mistake his situation, thinking he had ejaculated before the other's eruption, he snorted coldly.
"Damn it, do you think I can come that fast? Look, your husband here is still not fully satisfied; what do you think should be done?"
As he said this, Chen An thrust his lower half forward again, staring down at his weapon-like member, with its one-eyed glare fixed on him.
From Du Juan's mouth came muffled noises.
She then opened her sensual mouth without hesitation, took all of Chen An's front into it, and with her round buttocks raised, she began to bob up and down.
Chen An's size immediately experienced another kind of splendid sensation, utterly different from before.
He felt even just being enveloped by Du Juan's mouth on his manhood, the woman was performing all sorts of tricks.
Her little tongue tirelessly licked at his size inside her mouth, which made Chen An utter sounds of pleasure.