Wu Song's cockhead was rubbing against Wu Xiaohong's little pussy.
The little pussy wasn't really that wet.
But his rubbing made her abalone-soft flesh keep collapsing in, and the two petal-like lips of tender meat even became a barrier.
Wu Song reached out to pry open the tender lips, exposing the pink, moist hole, pressed his cockhead against it, and started rubbing, trying to push in.
Wu Xiaohong cried out in pain: "Aiya, my good brother, don't rush, I'm not wet enough yet."
Of course Wu Song noticed too, but to keep Wu Xiaohong from checking, he was so eager to shove it in.
Now hearing Wu Xiaohong yelling like this, Wu Song let out a lewd chuckle, felt a bit guilty, and didn't rush to stick it in but instead rubbed his cockhead a few more times at her entrance, then dragged it down to rub at her Celestial Fragrant Green Youth.
After just a few rubs, he could see her little pussy start to ooze juices.
Wu Song was a bit surprised; Wu Xiaohong's juice really was plenty.
