"Oh, no, stop it." Su Guizhi moaned softly, instinctively twisting her hips to escape.
But how could that work?
Wu Song held her small waist and pressed her down, her butt sticking up.
The pants were elastic band, so Wu Song just pulled them down.
Her fair little butt was immediately exposed, the black bush underneath faintly visible, covering her plump mound.
"No, I'm still holding the chicken meat," Su Guizhi's voice turned panicky, extremely nervous.
After all, in Wu Song's courtyard, someone could come by at any time.
"Then let's take it inside." Wu Song grabbed the chicken meat and led Su Guizhi inside.
Su Guizhi hesitated a little but followed Wu Song into the house.
Wu Song casually placed the bowl on the table, then slapped Su Guizhi's round buttocks, saying, "Stick it up."
Feeling hot at heart, Su Guizhi blushed, but obediently stuck her butt out.
The plump abalone was squeezed and exposed.
The honey hole was already surging with juices.
