"This is a thong?" Wu Song stared in surprise at Zhang Xinran's ass crack. Sure enough, there was a thin string wedged there; if you didn't pay close attention, you'd really miss it.
Zhang Xinran smirked proudly. "Sexy, huh?"
"Fuck, you really know how to play! Now I'm even hornier!" Wu Song excitedly pulled aside that little patch of fabric, exposing her plump, rosy pussy. Slick juices were already streaming out, gushing everywhere from her moist hole.
The thick, curly black hair was completely soaked, all messy and matted down, even clinging to her pussy lips.
Wu Song, hard as ever, aimed his cock right at that swollen opening and pressed forward.
The tip just rubbed a little before pushing the lips apart—a deep thrust, and he was in.
Instantly, her sticky, soft pink folds wrapped snug around Wu Song's cockhead.
Making Wu Song feel a new wave of ecstasy, he couldn't help but drive in even deeper.
He didn't stop until he bottomed out, tip pressed right up to her cervix.
