Wu Song smiled and glanced at the car door, "Aren't you going to close the door?"
Du Chunjiao, annoyed, climbed into the car, shut the door, rolled up the window, and stared at Wu Song with grievance and indignation, "Alright, come on."
Wu Song smirked, "Do it yourself."
Do it yourself?
Du Chunjiao gritted her teeth, refrained from bursting out, and instead reached over to unzip Wu Song's pants.
But when that large gun sprang out, Du Chunjiao was instantly stunned.
Huge!
Thick!
Absolutely unbelievable!
And this was while it was still flaccid.
What if it hardened?
Du Chunjiao's heart warmed, beating wildly.
She looked at Wu Song in disbelief and instinctively asked, "Is this real? Or fake?"
"Why don't you try it and find out?" Wu Song chuckled.
Du Chunjiao was inexplicably a bit excited and anticipating.
Even though Du Yuming was a big shot...
...he really was getting old, over forty years.
He was already lacking in energy and vitality.
And he found a mistress, too.
