After spreading her legs, her inner thighs loosened a bit.
The swollen little hole didn't bear as much pressure.
This brought some comfort, no longer as painful and uncomfortable.
Sun Taoxiang breathed a sigh of relief, slightly jutting her butt, peeking through the crack in the door.
She saw Wu Song standing upright, Sun Taohua unexpectedly wrapping her legs around his waist, arms around his neck, her fuller backside spread wide, supported by Wu Song's hands.
With Wu Song's arms shaking, her snowy plump bottom moved up and down, and she saw the thick spear thrusting in and out between Sun Taohua's buttocks, making a sloshing sound.
White creamy liquid and nectar overflowed, covering the spear, making its shaft slick and wet,
as if it were a lollipop carefully sucked by a girl's tiny mouth.
Sun Taoxiang's butt involuntarily tightened, she gasped, her little hole burning with pain, yet still unable to stop a stream of nectar, regardless of its swollen state.
