Wu Song's big spear suddenly swelled with excitement, making Guo Shiyi's small mouth completely full.
With a slight thrust, it reached Guo Shiyi's throat.
Guo Shiyi couldn't help but gag, tears almost overflowing.
Wu Song stopped messing with her mouth, pulled out his big spear, spread Guo Shiyi's legs, revealing a dense-haired, split abalone, with a pink peach blossom underneath, honey flowing incessantly.
Wu Song pressed down and aimed the big spear at the peach blossom. With a slight thrust, the entrance slightly opened.
The next moment, Wu Song sank his hips and delivered his spear entirely.
"Ah..."
Guo Shiyi immediately moaned softly, feeling pierced all at once, comfortable, a layer of fragrant sweat emerged all over her, instinctively wrapping her legs around Wu Song's lower back to keep him from moving recklessly, wanting to adjust to it.
After all, it was too large.
Guo Shiyi had a cesarean section.
Her hole was tight.
