4) The Young Master be cooking

As Huoyan continued to massage Bai Lung's swollen member, she couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size and strength of his arousal.

Her palm was slightly stretched just to hold it.

It was fucking stretched as if she was holding a glass.

His cock had good diameter not just length.

Despite her initial hesitation, she found herself growing increasingly confident in her ability to provide him with the relief he so desperately needed.

She could feel his pulse moving in his veins at his dick. She could feel his blood flow, which was rapid like a powerful immortal technique.

Vuk! Vuk! Vuk!

It felt like his heart was beating at her palm. Perhaps, it was the divine indication of the above saying she can capture his heart through this mean stick.

Well, who knows?

Yet, amidst this newfound confidence, there lingered a sense of trepidation.