The curly black hair was quite peculiar, with both long and short strands forming an alluring pattern, like a pair of wings yearning to take flight.
And in the middle of those wings, there lay a plump abalone and a rosy seam, resembling a phoenix’s body, dripping and flowing down, a hidden paradise glimpsed occasionally.
Wu Song’s breath imdiately beca rapid.
It was his first ti seeing an abalone like this.
He recalled the sensation of his fingers slipping into the paradise earlier.
Instantly, his excited spearhead seed almost ready to explode.
His eyes burned intensely, staring at Qi Siyan.
"Is it okay?" Wu Song asked in a low voice.
Qi Siyan lowered her brows and eyes, not looking directly at Wu Song, not answering, but also not refusing.
Wu Song’s lips curled into a smirk, stopped wasting words, bent down, leaned over, and kissed the chicken breast again, gently kneading her breasts, while one hand slid down her abdon to her legs, tracing the mysterious hair down to the paradise.
The paradise imdiately trembled like a small mouth, releasing streams of honey, wetting his fingers and palm.
Wu Song’s fingers rubbed excitedly, and his middle finger slowly edged into the entrance.
Qi Siyan’s legs trembled and clamped tightly around Wu Song’s fingers, stopping him from probing further.
Wu Song smirked, raised his hand to completely strip off her panties, threw them onto the side tea tray, and spread her legs open.
Letting her legs rest around his waist, the next mont, with his large spearhead, he hovered in front of the phoenix nest abalone, the thick, hot spearhead nudging the paradise.
In just a few nudges, it was already covered in honey, the lubricated entrance silently inviting.
Qi Siyan was very nervous, but tried to remain calm and steady.
If she couldn’t break the maidenhead this ti, she didn’t know when she could find another Cyan Dragon Spear.
So, although Qi Siyan was nervous, she tried her best to relax, spreading her legs to ease Wu Song’s entry and lessen her own pain.
Wu Song used the spearhead to part the entrance inch by inch, the tender abalone petals enveloping and wrapping around his spearhead, warm and comforting, but it was just that instant because as Wu Song’s spearhead pushed into the entrance, it was blocked by narrowness ahead.
Wu Song had felt around with his fingers earlier and had so understanding of this passage.
So he wasn’t too surprised.
But he did sowhat underestimate the narrowness, trying to push further, and Qi Siyan let out a pained low moan, yet Wu Song hadn’t actually entered, while Qi Siyan quivered from the pain.
Wu Song looked at Qi Siyan: "I’m going to use force now! Are you okay?"
Qi Siyan took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and shook her head.
Wu Song smiled, since there’s no issue, then it’s not a problem.
The next mont, Wu Song channeled True Qi into the spear, and the spearhead trembled, then stiffened like a rolling pin. With a thrusting motion from his waist, he suddenly exerted force and shoved up and in, tearing through the super narrow area, suddenly widening, a warm and moist cavity tightly enveloped the spearhead, almost making Wu Song shoot imdiately.
And Qi Siyan, too, shuddered all over, screaming in agony, her whole body trembling, streams of fresh blood oozing from their union, the extre tightness wrapping Wu Song’s spear almost felt like it would break.
"Damn, it’s really tight! Aweso!" Wu Song roared low, urging True Qi to steady the trembling Essence Gate, unable to release.
Otherwise, today’s breaking of the maidenhead would be a failure.
Qi Siyan was in painful, sweaty agony, shaking her head, pulling her hair, moaning and screaming as if pierced through the butt, indescribable suffering.
Wu Song hurriedly directed True Qi to alleviate Qi Siyan’s pain, his hands pressing on Qi Siyan’s acupuncture points to help reduce the pain together.
Fortunately, the soundproofing in the tea room was excellent, or else, Qi Siyan shouting and screaming like this would cause chaos, leading to big trouble for both of them.
But knowing the cabin’s soundproofing was excellent, Qi Siyan dared to let Wu Song break the maidenhead here and dared to scream wantonly.
Wu Song lowered his head, pinching a breast, rubbing and sucking to help ease Qi Siyan’s pain.
Qi Siyan’s screams gradually softened, and the pain inside the small opening was diminishing, not only diminishing, but a faint pleasure began to erge.
This pleasure grew more intense and robust.
Even Qi Siyan was caught off guard, sowhat startled.
How could this be?
Isn’t the phoenix nest small opening supposed to require the Cyan Dragon Spear to break the maidenhead?
And the process is supposed to be very painful, far beyond ordinary girls.
But after breaking the maidenhead?
Why is the pleasure so swift and intense?
Qi Siyan looked at Wu Song: "What did you do to ?"
"Didn’t do much, just doing you," Wu Song laughed, looking puzzled at Qi Siyan: "What’s up? Isn’t it hurting too much?"
Qi Siyan nodded slightly, embarrassed to say the pleasure was like a tide, making her almost moan out loud.
"Since it doesn’t hurt much, can I try to move a little?" Wu Song said and moved a bit.
Qi Siyan was caught off guard, and instantly a strong wave of pleasure surged up her neck, causing her to instinctively moan.
Wu Song paused, looked at Qi Siyan: "Hurt?"
Qi Siyan’s cheeks were red, embarrassed to say she was feeling good, so she nodded: "Still a bit."
Wu Song nodded: "Alright, I’ll be gentler then."
Wu Song then began to move gently.
Qi Siyan’s eyes squinted, hurriedly biting her lips, afraid of making more noise.
She really had no experience.
She hadn’t known her phoenix nest small opening had such characteristics.
Breaking the maidenhead was extrely painful.
But this pain subsided quickly, and the pleasure surged out even faster.
She was completely unprepared.
When Wu Song moved slightly, she felt an overwhelming urge to scream in pleasure.
But could only suppress it shafully.
Wu Song slowly increased his speed, and Qi Siyan gradually couldn’t hold it anymore, her breathing heavy and uncontrollable, murmurs slipping out, soft and enticing, stirring the bones.
Wu Song’s heart itched intensely at this, the spear quivering with pleasure, almost unable to hold back from releasing several tis.
It was simply too wonderful.
Not only was the grip on the spear firm to the extre, but once the spearhead passed inside, it was t with flesh that was like a warm spring, wrapping tightly around the spearhead, enveloping and rubbing it on all sides.
Each movent made Wu Song’s Essence Gate loose, wanting to discharge.
It was an unprecedented challenge for Wu Song too.
But this also ignited Wu Song’s fighting spirit.
He channeled True Qi, tightly guarding his Essence Gate, and began to thrust rapidly.
Smack!
Finally, the sound of flesh colliding erupted.
And with that sound, Qi Siyan let out an accompanying moan, but lifted her legs to clamp Wu Song’s back, her abdon slightly moving and rubbing with Wu Song’s thrusts.
Wu Song imdiately received the signal, his back shook, and the next mont, he charged at full power, pounding fiercely, the thick and hot spearhead pulling out from the neck position before thrusting back in.
Whether pulling out or thrusting in, it caused Wu Song to growl and Qi Siyan to moan, uncontrollably clinging to Wu Song, sweetly begging: "Go slower, I can’t take it."
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