Under the moonlight, Wu Xiaohong vigorously thrust her snow-white little buttocks, allowing Wu Song's thick rolling pin to move in and out of it, drawing out streams of honey-like white fluid.
With every thrust, those little buttocks exaggeratedly split and recombine, making one irresistibly worried that a few more thrusts from Wu Song might split those little buttocks into two halves.
Wu Xiaohong couldn't suppress her trembling moans but couldn't help but raise her little butt even higher, making it easier for Wu Song to thrust more smoothly and forcefully.
Sun Taoxiang was watching in a daze, her body stiff, not knowing how to react, just staring dumbly at this blood-pumping scene.
Yet she didn't notice that her own raised, ample buttocks were unconsciously beginning to twitch, constantly tightening and then releasing.
