Song Tian stared at the at least fifteen-centimeter, egg-sized big fella, sinking into a stupefied state. When he looked up again, he saw beauty that was beyond description, a figure incomparably stunning, with a pair of breasts so round and luscious, he fell into self-doubt once more.
He must have seen it wrong. How could such a beautiful woman like Mi Yun possibly have a man's thing? It must be fake.
Song Tian couldn't help but reach out and grab the rigid member, feeling its toughness and fiery heat; it was undoubtedly a true man's big fella.
Although Song Tian had been done in the ass by the stewardess, Mu Chenchen, and his mother-in-law with fake ones,
those were all extremely beautiful women—novelty plays, indeed thrilling, but nothing like the real deal with an actual man's fella.
