"Ah..."
Wu Yuling felt as if struck by lightning, her whole body frozen in shock.
She turned her head and stared at Wu Song in horror.
"You... did you really go in?" Wu Yuling questioned Wu Song in disbelief.
Wu Song let out a crude laugh: "Your little pussy is so tight, if I don't go in, who will?"
As he said this, he thrust hard, his cock's head pushing in completely, the shaft following partway in, but then bumping against a thin membrane. Wu Song immediately stopped and grinned, "Now do you believe me?"
"No..."
Wu Yuling shuddered with panic, instinctively clenching her ass, trying desperately to wiggle away, wanting to pull Wu Song out, but her waist and hips were held down, totally unable to move.
She struggled with all her might, twisting, kicking, swinging her arms, but it was useless—she couldn't get Wu Song's big cock out even an inch.
Instead, that just made Wu Song feel her even tighter and smoother inside.
