Wu Song's spear instantly became hard as if it were about to explode.
Huang Rong had no idea Wu Song was secretly watching.
She shook her hips, getting rid of the dew on the black hair before taking out a tissue to wipe the black hair clean, also wiping the pink slit of her mollusk, which flashed momentarily before being covered again by black hair.
After wiping her mollusk, Huang Rong extended her finger, rubbing in the slit, and in just a moment, it turned sticky, wet, and slippery.
Wu Song was taken aback, his spear almost hard enough to break.
What was Huang Rong doing?
Was she that desperate?
She couldn't even relieve herself without needing to touch herself?
After rubbing a few more times, Huang Rong's finger slipped into her small hole and began to move.
Soon, juices were overflowing, and a milky liquid began to appear.
As if realizing something was off, she quickly withdrew her finger, took a tissue, and cleaned herself again.
