"Ah..."
Sun Taoxiang couldn't help but cry out in pain.
She felt like her small hole was about to split open, the burning pain making her want to lift her butt and pull Wu Song's spear out.
Wu Song wouldn't agree to let her pull it out, knowing that it would be even harder to insert it again.
Holding Sun Taoxiang's slippery body, Wu Song lowered his head and took her breast in his mouth, his tongue immediately swirling around her nipple.
Tiny sparks of electricity spread from her nipple throughout her body, quickly replacing the pain with pleasure.
The painful discomfort in her small hole also weakened considerably.
Her tiptoeing feet gently touched the ground, causing her hole to be completely filled.
Wu Song seized the opportunity, and without waiting for her to lift her leg, pounded inside another section, causing honeyed liquid to overflow from the small hole, which tightly enveloped Wu Song's spear.
