"Ugh..."
Su Guizhi gagged from being thrust so hard.
But she still tried her best to swallow for Wu Song.
Making Wu Song feel good.
Wu Song smiled as he petted Su Guizhi's hair, moving his hips back and forth, entering and exiting her mouth.
In just a short time, Su Guizhi was panting and sweating all over.
Her gaze on Wu Song started to become dreamy and fiery.
Wu Song knew she must be wet.
Last night, he only made a quick move on her, though he left her barely able to walk.
But ultimately didn't hurt her.
So she recovered quickly.
Now drenched and needing to be ravished.
Wu Song pulled Su Guizhi up, slapped her butt, and without needing Wu Song to speak, Su Guizhi obediently turned around and bent over.
Her cute butt, wrapped in shorts, looked even more perky.
Wu Song pried aside and guided his big gun over.
The tip parted the messy black hair and nudged into the crevice, rubbing around for a bit, making the gun head wet and sliding smoothly to the entrance.
