"Ah... you've really started already, don't you know how to cherish a flower?" Sophie felt Wu Song's thrusting and immediately started to complain excitedly.
Wu Song chuckled, "Sophie, weren't you crazed today, shouting that you wanted to sleep with me? Now I'm fulfilling your wish, letting you sleep with me, so why do you have complaints now?"
"Stop making excuses, I can't handle you, you're too strong for me, okay?" Sophie said resentfully, already giving up all pretenses.
She had truly admitted defeat.
Wu Song laughed heartily, "Sophie, you admitted defeat too quickly, didn't you? Isn't that a bit too easy?"
As he spoke, Wu Song didn't stop his movements, continuing to thrust with his spear, going in and out of Sophie's backdoor.
The blood that had just overflowed was no longer flowing, but had mixed with the Vaseline to become a lubricant, helping Wu Song's spear move freely.
Not making Sophie too uncomfortable.
Sophie also felt something unusual.
