Wu Song's heart suddenly burned, recalling Sophie's asshole, spread wide during the day, unable to close for a long time, that big gun as hard as steel, wanting to fiercely thrust in.
Wu Song took out a wet wipe and gently cleaned.
A slight touch, and Qin Wushuang's asshole quickly contracted, her buttocks instinctively tightened.
"Don't move," Wu Song said softly.
With her cheeks burning, Qin Wushuang lowered her head, not daring to make a sound, obediently not moving.
After wiping with the wet wipe, Wu Song asked Qin Wushuang to relax her asshole, and cleaned inside.
Obediently, Qin Wushuang relaxed her asshole, and Wu Song poked the wet wipe in, rotating it slightly.
Qin Wushuang's asshole instinctively tightened, clamping Wu Song's finger.
It actually made it more convenient for Wu Song to clean.
After wiping with the wet wipe, Wu Song took a tissue to wipe it again.
At this point, Qin Wushuang's asshole was clean, tender and pink.
