Mei Deng hardened, as the general's thrusting speed slowed down, he made slow but heavy thrusts against his stomach, teasing his navel.
"Brother traffic...let me go, your wife..."
"Is right in front of me." The General inserted, burning in the mental image of a lust driven Yu Xiaoguang.
Every time the general's hot rod teased his navel, Mei Deng would press his lips tightly against each other. 'So big, I want to hold it, but my hands...' he didn't even realize when he was started staring at the General's dragon.
"You act so innocent, but you're just every bit as shameful as me. You couldn't care much if I were married to ten women, you just want me, don't you?" The general claimed, but Yu Xiaoguang could barely hear what he was saying.
The memories of him waking up at night when everyone else was asleep to help himself flashed before his eyes.
