Song Tian paused too.
The general plunged deeply into the exceptionally warm and tight blossom.
Inside, wave after wave of suction.
At the entrance, it clenched and relaxed non-stop, tightly gripping and squeezing.
That sensation was truly indescribable.
"Ah, ah, ah, it hurts so much!"
Lu Xiaojie screamed in agony, her little legs kicking non-stop, her small feet raised and smacking Song Tian's ass with a smack.
Song Tian grunted, holding Lu Xiaojie's ass, and groaned, "Xiaojie, you're so tight, so comfortable!"
"It hurts so much, feels so good, it feels, feels so weird.
Song, please, move slower, you're too big, it feels like I'm being torn apart!"
Song Tian looked down.
The tightly clenched flower was now stretched to its limit by his general.
The fully bloomed flower had become thin and tender, with fine traces of blood; it was indeed slightly torn.
Song Tian slowly pulled the general out.