"Brother, do you know how old your sister is this year?" Sun Xiaoqian's fingers gently traced across Dazhuang's chest, her face still flushed with the lingering blush.
"No, I don't know..." Dazhuang panted heavily, clearly exhausted.
Sun Xiaoqian chuckled, "Sister is already twenty-seven this year, but I've never been as satisfied as I am now."
Dazhuang was taken aback, "What? Your husband couldn't satisfy you?"
I shook my head and chuckled bitterly. Dazhuang was truly sincere. If Xiao Qian could have been satisfied, she wouldn't have set her sights on you.
"Ah... What husband?" Xiao Qian looked plaintive, "We divorced a long time ago. He was never able to satisfy me. If he had been half as good as you, I would have been content."
As she spoke, Xiao Qian climbed on top of Dazhuang, rubbing her impressive Mi Tao against him, continuing to tease him.
Dazhuang swallowed hard, "Sister, why don't I satisfy you one more time?"