"Ah..."
Lin Yingying screamed.
Her little hole suddenly contracted, the two rings tightly enveloping Wu Song.
Wu Song grunted, then started pounding deep into the floral center, firing wildly.
Lin Yingying screamed again, her whole body convulsing, hair flying, her raised buttocks shaking and twisting, abdomen bobbing up and down, in a state of soul departure.
After Wu Song's intense spraying, he thrusted hard again, and streams of Yin Qi overflowed from Lin Yingying's innermost depths.
Wu Song felt secretly delighted, and absorbed it fiercely.
After absorbing for a while.
Wu Song felt immensely pleased, these Yin Essences strengthened his True Qi a bit more.
After finishing his energy work, the large gun was still not withdrawn, nor had it softened much, still thickly filling Lin Yingying's little hole, stretching it roundly and exaggeratedly, with a clear feeling of the rings deep within her wrapping tightly around him.
