Wu Song gasped with pleasure.
Huang Rong was licking Wu Song's large gun, her little tongue very nimble, not in a hurry to swallow it, she circled the gun head with her licks.
Just this was enough to make Wu Song overwhelmed with pleasure.
Women in the city sure know how to play.
This oral skill, really can't be compared to the other few women Wu Song has been with.
Wu Song had Huang Rong leaning on his chest, nibbling the gun head, her plump butt rising up, the skirt barely containing her, revealing the beautiful butt wrapped in black silk, seemingly smooth and bare, apparently truly vacuumed.
But when Wu Song reached over to touch her crotch, he still felt fabric.
It was a thong.
Wu Song's heart stirred.
This maneuver, truly provocative.
Wu Song became incredibly hard instantly, the gun head almost spreading Huang Rong's mouth.
Wu Song's hands kneaded Huang Rong's butt and abalone through the black silk.
