But Han Yuxue's little rose was clamping down tight.
It wouldn't let go; Wu Song rubbed for a long time, coating the tip in honeyed nectar and milky juices, but still couldn't get it in.
Wu Song looked up at Han Yuxue, smirking, "Looks like you don't want my essence after all, sis?"
Han Yuxue shot Wu Song a resentful glance, but she stopped resisting, relaxed her sphincter, and that little rosebud slowly loosened, revealing a soft, pink little eye.
Wu Song felt a rush of heat in his chest, gripped his Cyan Dragon Spear, and drove the tip against her, while reminding Han Yuxue, "Relax, let it go!"
Han Yuxue grit her teeth, dropping all pretense—after all, she'd already made her decision, and any shyness now would just ruin the mood.
She made an effort to open up her little rose, like she was about to take a shit. Wu Song suddenly shoved his 'spear', and the tip forcefully pierced in.
"Ah..."
