Wu Song’s hands directly grasped Wu Xiaohong’s round buttocks. They weren’t very large, not on the sa level as her mother’s, but exceptionally firm and elastic, impossible to fully grasp with one hand, yet incredibly satisfying to knead, making him reluctant to let go.
"Both of us are eighteen, don’t you want to do it with ?" Wu Song asked Wu Xiaohong eagerly.
The strong hands kneaded with increasing fervor.
Wu Xiaohong’s body trembled, instinctively wanting to push Wu Song away.
For so reason, she wasn’t very resistant deep down, and the hands pressing against Wu Song’s chest grew weak and powerless.
Wu Song’s touch made her feel flustered and disoriented, but strangely, she wasn’t repulsed. Instead, the friction in her buttocks left her feeling intensely empty.
"Don’t, don’t do this. I’m asking you to go check on Little Black." Wu Xiaohong felt panicked, realizing what Wu Song was doing wasn’t right, and she should refuse.
Yet inside, she really didn’t want to refuse. On the contrary, she wanted Wu Song to continue.
But her rationality was still present, forcing her to remind Wu Song she had sothing to discuss.
Wu Song’s Yang Qi was already exploding, making him hard beyond belief, with only one thought in his mind: to do it.
"Little Black’s issue isn’t urgent; tomorrow, we can just take it to visit Little Yellow." Wu Song felt parched with desire. Finishing his words, he didn’t wait for Wu Xiaohong’s reaction and bent down to kiss her on the lips.
"Mmhmm..."
Wu Xiaohong’s eyes widened instantly, staring blankly at Wu Song.
This was her first kiss.
She’d never experienced anything between a man and a woman before.
Being touched by Wu Song filled her with panic and confusion, not knowing how to respond.
The sudden kiss opened a world she’d never experienced.
But Wu Song was also inexperienced.
He wasn’t certain how to kiss properly.
However, he had many techniques for yin-yang exchanges.
There were various ways to kiss.
Wu Song tried one thod and imdiately felt an unprecedented joy.
Wu Xiaohong was teased by Wu Song, her whole body shivering, unsure how to respond.
All she felt was comfort, addiction.
She even forgot why she ca looking for Wu Song.
There was only one thought: she wanted to continue with Wu Song.
Wu Song held Wu Xiaohong tightly, engaging in a passionate kiss, making Wu Xiaohong tremble all over, as soft as a noodle, nearly unable to stand.
Wu Song pulled her tightly into his arms, the rolling pin pressing against her lower abdon.
Pressed comfortably.
The pleasure made Wu Song’s Yang Qi surge with impulse, pushing him towards the idea of inserting the rolling pin into Wu Xiaohong.
Wu Xiaohong felt the hardness against her abdon, uncomfortably pushed, reached out to move it aside, and froze abruptly.
The object was both thick and hard, hot and nimble.
Wu Xiaohong imdiately realized what it was.
Her heart whined softly, suddenly burning with heat, her small hand hurriedly moved away, terrified to touch it, not knowing where to place it.
She could only hold it stupidly in the air.
At that mont, Wu Song hugged her small buttocks and lifted her up.
Wu Xiaohong let out a low cry and instinctively wrapped her arms around Wu Song’s neck, legs winding around his waist.
The thick rolling pin was positioned in the middle, pressing against the seam between her legs.
The rolling pin sank into a moist warmth.
Wu Song let out a low growl, unable to restrain himself, holding Wu Xiaohong and making a beeline for the bedroom.
As the night breeze blew, Wu Xiaohong seed to regain so sanity.
Seeing Wu Song’s actions, she panicked, instinctively struggling and murmured pleadingly, "Wu Song, don’t do this, we can’t."
Wu Song’s eyes were already red, completely taken over by the rampant Yang Qi inside him, ignoring anything Wu Xiaohong said, whether she agreed or not.
He rushed into the bedroom with Wu Xiaohong in his arms.
Pressed her face down onto the bed.
The old hard bed covered with a worn cotton quilt was unbearably hot with the man and woman on top.
Wu Song’s hands started pulling at Wu Xiaohong’s clothes.
Sumr clothes were already scant.
With a pull, Wu Song lifted and stripped off Wu Xiaohong’s shirt.
Exposing two fragrant pears supported by the bra.
White and tender, elegantly alluring.
Wu Song’s eyes burned with desire, yanking off the bra, liberating the two fragrant pears completely, unfolding in front of Wu Song’s eyes.
Pink Acacia Red Beans exuded endless temptation.
Wu Xiaohong let out a little cry, reaching to cover them.
But her hand only managed to cover one, while Wu Song lowered his head and enclosed the other with his mouth.
"Ah..."
Wu Xiaohong moaned gently, a mixture of tingling excitent spread from the Acacia Red Beans.
Her body sank, longing for Wu Song to suck deeper.
The hand covering the other one also instinctively released, wanting Wu Song to taste it too.
Wu Song devoured with satisfaction, but his internal Yang Qi was wild, reaching the brink of explosion.
He urgently needed to release it.
Wu Song’s hand grasped the waistband of Wu Xiaohong’s pants.
Wu Xiaohong was dizzy from his actions, not aware of what Wu Song was doing.
In the next instant, Wu Song yanked down her shorts.
Along with her panties.
Stripped them down together.
Suddenly, dense black pubic hair and a voluptuous bulge greeted his eyes, a pink doorway faintly visible, hidden within, stirring one’s emotions.
Wu Song almost exploded instantly.
Grabbing the pants and panties from Wu Xiaohong’s legs, he pulled them off and threw them to the ground.
She was completely naked, her snowy, delicate body radiating the most enticing appeal of a young girl.
Wu Xiaohong let out a small cry, intensely embarrassed, instinctively curling up, hands covering herself, glaring at Wu Song with sha and embarrassnt: "What do you want to do?"
"Of course, to do you!"
Wu Song’s eyes burned red, with hardly any reason left, heedlessly grabbing Wu Xiaohong’s legs and lifting them up, pressing them against her shoulders, revealing her beautiful treasure completely.
The full mystery of the fleshy shellfish was unveiled, the previously hidden peach blossom paradise revealed,
now in full view.
Pink and petite.
The honey liquid slowly seeping out.
The little mouth moving as if breathing.
Wu Song could no longer resist the temptation, grabbing onto the rolling pin, pressing it up.
Wu Xiaohong saw the thick rolling pin and was instantly terrified.
Cried out softly: "You, you, this thing is too big, bigger than Little Black, I don’t even have Little Yellow’s size, how do I handle it?"
Wu Song ignored all of this; he was already overtaken, pushing the rolling pin towards the entrance of the honeyed cave...
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