Flower City Little Dragon King

In Huo Hui's gaze, Han Ling's leg was suspended in the air, her stocking-wrapped foot resting against the roots of Tang Feng's legs.

Her toes, like a magician performing tricks, toyed with Tang Feng's stiff member.

Tang Feng's shorts had already pitched a tent, standing tall and conspicuously obvious.

Watching this scene, Huo Hui's heartbeat couldn't help but quicken, her breathing becoming somewhat rapid.

She never imagined that Han Ling would be so daring.

To actually do such a thing at the dining table, right under the noses of her and Lin Xuan.

At that moment, her heart couldn't help but sour with jealousy.

However, she did not react outwardly.

As she stood up and looked towards Han Ling, Han Ling also turned her gaze to her.

On Han Ling's face was a sly smile.

What's worse, Han Ling leaned in closer to her body.

"Sis, did you see everything?"

Huo Hui's emotions were complicated, feeling as if her own treasure had been stolen.

"Tang Feng is still just a kid, clueless about the world. You playing with him, I, as his sister-in-law, can't agree to that." She said sternly, with a hint of annoyance.

Han Ling seemed unconcerned.

"Sis, are you jealous seeing me and little Feng getting along?" Han Ling asked with a lowered voice and a laugh.

Finding her thoughts exposed by Han Ling, Huo Hui felt somewhat guilty.

"Little Feng's size is so big, sleeping with him must be blissful. Don't you also want to sleep with him?" Han Ling prodded further.

Huo Hui hurriedly shook her head.

"I don't."

Han Ling chuckled.

That foot, however, did not pause, continuing to busy itself with up and down, left and right movements.

"Whether you admit it or not, he's mine for the taking. If you're interested, you can join in too, I don't mind a threesome. With his stamina, the two of us together might not even be able to handle him," Han Ling said while she kept busy.

Hearing Han Ling's dirty talk, Huo Hui's face flushed with embarrassment.

"Sister Hui, Sister Lingling, what are you whispering about?" Lin Xuan, sitting on the other side, asked curiously.

"We were saying, we should find you a man," Han Ling joked.

Lin Xuan was momentarily stunned, her gaze involuntarily flitting towards Tang Feng.

The erotic image from moments ago once again surfaced in her mind.

If the man Sister Lingling mentioned was him, should she refuse?

He was so handsome, and his assets so robust, being with him would likely promise a future filled with sexual bliss.

No... he's Sister Hui's man, how could she entertain the idea of taking Sister Hui's man?

"I'm still young, I don't want a man right now," Lin Xuan said, shaking her head repeatedly.

Han Ling couldn't help but laugh.

After finishing her chat with Huo Hui, Han Ling devoted herself to serving Tang Feng.

Initially, she utilized just one foot, but before long, she decided to employ both feet, working them to the left and right.

Occasionally, one foot attended to the fiery stiffness while the other took care of the twin balls.

At other times, she pressed the soles of both feet together, cradling the heat in between, rubbing and caressing back and forth.

Throughout it all, Tang Feng remained seated, head bowed, and shoveling food from his bowl.

Wave after wave of electric sensation tortured him, leaving him feeling like he was in agony.

Although Huo Hui could not see the situation under the table, it didn't stop her from imagining.

That vivid image she had just glimpsed beneath the table repeatedly played in her mind, refusing to fade away.

Her feelings were a tumultuous mix, increasingly hard to swallow.

Not long ago, if it hadn't been for Han Ling returning early, she and little Feng would probably still be caught in tumultuous lovemaking right now.

By then, Tang Feng had already entered her body, they had completed the union.

Thinking of that monstrous thing entering her and how it filled her up completely, almost reaching her heart, she felt a tremor again, and the craving surged forth once more.

The meal lasted nearly an hour.

When Han Ling stood up, her legs were numb, and she almost fell over.

Before leaving the table, Han Ling blew a kiss to Tang Feng.

Tang Feng's face turned crimson, he dragged his damp body, and dove straight into the bathroom.

After the shower, underwear was naturally out of the question, he helplessly put on a pair of shorts and returned to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, Huo Hui lay sideways on the bed, facing the wall.

As for Han Ling, she sprawled on the upper bunk, her beautiful legs hooked together, her small feet clad in black stockings swinging in the air.

The legs were beautiful, and with those black stockings, they were even more tempting.

Looking at those even, beautiful legs and small feet wrapped in black stockings, Tang Feng couldn't help but reminisce about the scene under the table during the meal.

In his lower abdomen, a little flame was rekindled.

The once cowering beast showed signs of raising its head once again.

Han Ling turned her head and stared at Tang Feng, her gaze intense and somewhat teasing.

When her eyes landed on a certain spot, she was stunned at first, then her heart trembled violently.

In her gaze, Tang Feng's shorts were bulging prominently.

Without the restraint of underwear, the shape of that weapon was fully revealed, looking quite spectacular.

Han Ling's eyes were fixated.

She'd just quenched her desires, and in the blink of an eye, that fearsome tool was restless once again. Was this even human?

Inside Han Ling's heart, her emotions were fluttering chaotically, eyeing that tent, she just wanted to swallow it whole.

She leaned forward to glance at the lower bunk.

At the moment, it seemed Huo Hui was already asleep.

A bold idea sprouted in her mind, and she quietly got out of bed.

"Han…"

Just as Tang Feng was about to speak, Han Ling covered his mouth.

With one hand, Han Ling pushed against Tang Feng's chest and pushed him over to the desk, making him sit on a chair.

Tang Feng sat there dazed, watching the woman up close, clueless about what she was about to do next.

Han Ling's eyes were full of spring as she straddled Tang Feng with a plop.

Her fair arms wrapped around Tang Feng's neck.

She bowed her head, her face resting against the side of Tang Feng's face.

"Little brother, I want you," she whispered in Tang Feng's ear.

The edge of the short skirt rolled up, hiding both their thighs underneath.

Beneath that unseen skirt, the ferocious beast pressed hard against the clam-like flesh, making Han Ling ecstatic.

Han Ling's eyes were intoxicated, her waist subtly gyrating.

Brother's penis is so amazing.

Tang Feng was startled by Han Ling's bold move, he anxiously glanced towards the bed.

Sister-in-law was still there, how could Sister Han do this, what if Sister-in-law saw, what then?

His gaze nervously fixed on Huo Hui's back, his mind a total blank.

In contrast, Han Ling was extraordinarily daring.

Her perky buttocks kept grinding, greedily savoring the heat and firmness of the monstrous tool.

Mmm...

Those once bright eyes were already rippling like water, and from her nose, from her throat, came those tantalizing sounds.

"Good little brother, do you... like your sister?" Han Ling murmured, whispering softly.