"Wu Song, how dare you rape me! Just you wait, I'll have you thrown in jail!"
Zhang Xinran shouted angrily at Wu Song.
She was truly ruined by Wu Song, her little hole burning with pain, not feeling any pleasure, only suffering.
Wu Song couldn't care less about her, daring to confront her, daring to provoke, deserving punishment.
So, Wu Song simply continued with powerful and forceful motions.
Using strength to shut Zhang Xinran's mouth.
Slap, slap, slap...
Wu Song's powerful thrusts made Zhang Xinran's butt ripple like a wave.
Her little hole was pulled out with each thrust and pushed back in, the pubic hair involved in every movement.
The friction made Zhang Xinran's little hole turn red.
Soon, streams of nectar and milky liquid overflowed, enveloping Wu Song's long shaft.
It quickly accumulated at the entrance of the hole.
And Wu Song's thrusting speed and smoothness skyrocketed.
