Wu Song let out a low growl, holding his spear against her abalone, rubbing it slightly twice, the spearhead immediately became moist,
He lifted it up and propped it against the entrance to her peach blossom cave. As he applied force, the entrance slowly opened, layer by layer, the tender folds began to wrap around the spearhead, and a warm, moist heat flooded in.
The tight grip made the spearhead feel pressured, Wu Song enjoyed it immensely, constantly inhaling from the pleasure.
Qin Wushuang's breaths were also rapid, she started to moan, feeling herself being stretched bit by bit, like a thick, hot fire stick was being thrust inside her.
The warmth and feeling of fullness made her heart feel extremely comfortable and satisfied.
After all, there was no pain, only pleasure.
She couldn't help but want to sway her curvy hips.
Yet, the image of bending over made her feel ashamed, so she resisted the urge to sway her hips, only arching them higher to facilitate Wu Song's thrusts.
