"Oh, Wu Song, stop it, auntie really can't take it anymore," Sun Taoxiang hurriedly pleaded.
Wu Song just laughed, rubbing the tip against her little slit, suddenly making it wet and drenched, with moisture gushing out.
Taking advantage of the moment, he thrust and plunged in.
"Ah..."
Sun Taoxiang let out a painful cry, but was quickly hit by an indescribable feeling that made her gasp, wanting to moan.
Wu Song thrust the lance deep inside, then channeled True Qi into the lance, thrusting in and out while using True Qi to soothe her small cavity.
The burning pain immediately eased, the soreness at the entrance also lessened, while the pleasure heightened instead.
This left Sun Taoxiang somewhat puzzled.
She instinctively looked back at Wu Song.
Wu Song was still thrusting, with her small cavity being pulled open and closed.
But the small cavity and the two guards at the entrance were no longer as swollen and red as before.
Moreover, it didn't hurt as much.
