Wu Song adjusted his big spear, the tip leaving the Celestial Fragrant Green Youth, sliding down along the gap between her legs, parting the two tender folds, finally reaching the entrance of the peach blossom grotto; as he rubbed it slightly, a gush of wetness immediately coated the tip, making it sticky and dripping.
Wu Song looked up and glanced at Song Mengtian, seeing her trying to act relaxed, but in reality, she was obviously tense, her body somewhat stiff.
Wu Song smiled as he rubbed her little pussy.
Song Mengtian was so startled her ass clenched instinctively, her little rose contracted sharply, dragging her pussy to tremble with it.
Wu Song burst out laughing: "Don't be nervous, it's okay, I'll make you feel good."
Song Mengtian tried hard to relax herself, pretending to smile easily: "It's fine, go ahead, I can do this, I'm already twenty-five, an old virgin. If I don't lose it now, I'm going to have problems!"
