West Mount -8
Yun Shu stared at her husband with a teary eyes.
She knew what would happen if she didn't obey, after all, Bai Lung had made that painfully clear.
Swallowing her saliva hard, Yun Shu lowered herself onto her knees in front of Bai Lung, as her face was at the same sea level as his cock.
The scent of musk filled her nostrils, reminding her once again of everything she stood to lose.
It was like that strong early morning coffee, or a cold shower after being heavily drunk, her mind was clear and fully focused.
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Kneeling before Bai Lung, Yun Shu takes hold of his huge little brother hesitantly, while, she still couldn't believe a penis can be this big.
Rather than penis, it felt like she was looking at a world tree.
She closes her eyes and begins to move her lips along its length, trying not to gag as she goes deeper.
' Is... Is this it? Is this what I have to do so have my husband? Then be it, '