Ye Man felt a hot surge as Song Tian's fervent advance met her sensitive flesh, causing her to tense up and tremble as she said, "Slow down, slow down, the wedding witness is a local leader, long-winded and smells like bullshit. It's gonna take at least half an hour before we're even hitched.
Your thing is just way too big, just rub it a bit, ease it in slowly. If you go too fast, I'm afraid it'll tear me up."
Hearing there was plenty of time, Song Tian was no longer in a hurry.
Excited, he used his general to rub against Ye Man's squeaky-clean spot.
His general's back-and-forth nudges made the two pieces of flesh, soft as wings, occasionally press against its head, creating a slippery and intensely comforting feeling.
With Song Tian's general teasing back and forth, juices from Ye Man's crevice began to flow freely.
Song Tian followed the crevice, rubbing up and down, causing Ye Man to moan continuously.
"Baby, come in. Come in, ah!"