"Ugh..."
After a brief moment, Wu Yuling began to retch unbearably from the thrusts.
In a hurry, she tapped Wu Song's thigh to beg for mercy.
Wu Song was feeling great and didn't want to stop.
But Wu Yuling's eyes were turning red, even tearful.
Wu Song softened his heart and then stopped, withdrawing from Wu Yuling's small mouth.
Wu Yuling quickly bent over and started to vomit.
For her, an inexperienced virgin,
it was somewhat a kind of bullying.
But what she did was deserved.
Although Wu Song was soft-hearted, he didn't feel much pity for her.
Even though this woman was extremely beautiful and enticing, especially that little ****, the most enticing, Wu Song just wanted to take her, handle her.
Wu Yuling vomited for a while and finally stopped.
She turned around and looked at Wu Song with resentment.
Yet she saw that spear standing firm against the wind, fierce and savage.
With her saliva still lingering on it,
exuding a strong masculine allure.
