Wu Song hurriedly grabbed Sun Taoxiang's buttocks, and the rolling pin thrust upwards, not immediately pulling out from Sun Taoxiang's little pussy.
Even though he had already ejaculated, under the fullness of Yang Qi, he was not too flaccid, still resilient, filling Sun Taoxiang's little hole completely.
Sun Taoxiang was lost in a daze for a long time, and when she finally came to her senses, she realized the problem.
It seemed that someone was watching them from the side.
This feeling, although weak, made her turn her head almost immediately.
She saw Sun Taohua with a flushed face, holding a phone for recording in one hand, while the other hand was thrusting into her crotch, with quite a motion, making her pants heave up and down.
"Ah..."
Sun Taoxiang exclaimed.
"Taohua, you, you, how did you get here? What are you doing? Stop filming!"
Sun Taoxiang's face turned white with fear, struggling violently, simultaneously patting Wu Song to quickly pull out.
