Wu Song suddenly took a deep breath, smiled and touched Song ngtian’s thigh. Even through the thin pants, he could feel the smooth skin underneath.
Song ngtian’s eyes were dreamy and passionate, "Your big gun is still so hard!"
Wu Song smiled smugly, "Of course it is."
"What have you been doing these past few days?" Wu Song asked curiously.
"Oh, I went on a mission and just got back, and ran into you! I was thinking about contacting you when I got to the dormitory," Song ngtian said happily.
Song ngtian didn’t say what the mission was, and Wu Song was not foolish enough to ask. After all, it’s police business. Digging too much wouldn’t do him any good.
Wu Song’s big hand explored along the thigh to the root, where he imdiately touched the plump clam.
He started to gently stroke it.
Song ngtian’s eyes squinted, and a mist rose bit by bit, while her nostrils began to emit soft moans. Her legs tightened and loosened in discomfort.
Wu Song’s fingers weren’t satisfied with just touching through her pants, feeling frustrated, he slipped his hand out from the clam into the waistband.
He imdiately felt the thin, silky panties.
Through the panties, he resud rubbing Song ngtian’s clam, feeling much better and more comfortable than before.
The strands of black hair slid under the panties, causing Wu Song’s fingers to reach the bottom, sinking into the mysterious crevice, where he felt sticky wet marks. The panties were getting moist, and his fingers beca sticky.
Wu Song’s fingers moved more smoothly, tracing the crevice to the peach source’s little cave, like a spring suddenly releasing a large amount of honey liquid.
Wu Song’s heart thumped, and his fingers pushed against the little cave, rubbing away.
"Ah—"
Song ngtian couldn’t help but utter a sweet moan, the sound rippling with allure, stirring his heart instantly, making him incredibly hard, almost piercing through his pants.
Song ngtian’s small hand couldn’t resist squeezing tightly on Wu Song’s gun head, kneading vigorously.
Wu Song instantly inhaled with pleasure, the big gun hard as a stick, almost about to explode.
anwhile, Song ngtian’s legs were so weak they could barely operate the car.
The speed unconsciously slowed down.
Luckily, common sense prevailed, and Song ngtian slowly pulled over, slowing down the car.
To avoid any accidents.
But she didn’t stop, although she really wanted to stop imdiately and let Wu Song’s big gun fill her forcefully.
Yet she hadn’t forgotten her identity. Plus, she was driving a police car.
If soone noticed a problem and took a picture, it could cause big trouble.
She gritted her teeth and continued driving into the dormitory.
Finding a secret spot, she parked, pulling up the handbrake.
The next mont, she pounced on Wu Song’s arms, hugging him and began kissing him passionately.
Wu Song was not at all shy, holding Song ngtian’s round buttocks, kissing back while kneading the plump cheeks. Through their pants, the two mounds felt scorching hot, with honey liquid flowing through the thigh crevice.
Song ngtian couldn’t wait to lift her shirt, presenting her breasts to Wu Song.
Wu Song opened his mouth, taking one in, swirling his tongue around the nipple.
Song ngtian imdiately let out a coquettish moan, involuntarily trembling, her crotch grinding against Wu Song’s gun head.
But through their pants, satisfaction couldn’t be reached, unable to release.
Song ngtian couldn’t stand it and unbuttoned Wu Song’s waistband, releasing the rolling pin.
With a quick motion.
The big, thick, hard gun popped out in front of Song ngtian.
Song ngtian looked at the thick, crimson long gun, and a thread of honey liquid trickled out from the gun’s eye. Her gaze was intense and dreamy, lowering her head to lick away the honey liquid, sucking at the gun’s head.
The warm, moist mouth quickly made Wu Song grunt, the gun’s head pulsating, enlarging, thrusting into Song ngtian’s mouth.
Song ngtian was excitedly sucking and licking.
In a little while, Song ngtian was panting, sweaty, having difficulty holding on, shaking her hips wanting to be penetrated.
Wu Song then unbuttoned Song ngtian’s waistband, pulling down her pants, revealing her white, round buttocks.
He held her slender waist, turning her to face away, since the pants were only down to her knees, not fully removed.
Stripping naked in the car was inappropriate, and it wasn’t suitable for dealing with ergencies.
Song ngtian held onto Wu Song’s legs, sticking her butt out, the round cheeks presenting a central groove extending downward, leading to her pink chrysanthemum, trembling at each mont, simultaneously causing her plump clam to quiver, with streams of honey liquid squeezing out from the clamped cavity.
Wu Song spread the buttocks, the clam opened accordingly, revealing the tender trench, with the budding bean soaking in honey liquid, now red and hard.
Wu Song positioned the big gun in the crevice, sliding the gun’s head up and down, instantly becoming soaking wet.
With a thrust upward, the gun’s head pressed against the peach source’s entrance, which imdiately responded, trembling with anticipation.
Wu Song applied pressure on Song ngtian’s butt, pushing downward, driving the gun’s head to open the entrance and slip inside.
The cavity was pushed wide bit by bit to an exaggerated degree, as the big gun gradually disappeared, consud by the little cave.
"Ah... so comfortable!" Song ngtian murmured sweetly, but made no sound, only breathing disrupted and rapid.
As her butt pressed against Wu Song’s thighs, the whole big gun was now entirely consud by her little cave, hard inside her body.
Song ngtian comforted by the sensation, kept inhaling, her butt slowly lifting and descending, squeezing white arcs as it compressed on Wu Song’s thighs.
With the increase in montum, the speed and rhythm of the little cave consuming the big gun accelerated bit by bit.
Wu Song held the snowy butt, speeding up with strength.
The cheeks and thighs clashed ferociously, emitting loud slapping sounds, the little cave quickly opening and closing, streams of honey liquid pouring down, flowing along the big gun below, moistening Wu Song’s dense pubic hair, making the big gun appear even more nacing and ferocious.
"Mmm..."
Song ngtian ecstatically shaking her head, sweating, the speed and intensity of her hips lifting and dropping grew increasingly fierce.
Still, she grit her teeth, enduring not to shout out.
Wu Song suddenly held her butt still, and began thrusting rapidly himself.
Splish splash...
Honey liquid rampaging.
The buttocks blossod under the relentless thrusts, little cave crazily opening and closing, waves of intense pleasure causing Song ngtian’s chrysanthemum to contract quickly, her little cave trembling and involuntarily whimpering.
Wu Song imdiately felt the tremors and contractions of Song ngtian’s little cave’s channel, indicating signs of reaching the peak.
Wu Song asked with a chuckle, "Is it coming?"
Song ngtian felt embarrassed, flushed, yet gently nodded to respond to Wu Song.
"If you want to scream, just let it out!" Wu Song suddenly sped up, growling, fiercely pounding, the loud slapping sounds comparable to a roaring engine.
Fierce pleasure erupted instantly.
Song ngtian couldn’t suppress a sweet moan, her body convulsing violently, twitching in response.
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