"Ah!"
Meng Xiaoqiu only felt a stretching pain below as the burning big thing thrust into her passage, swollen and hot and painful, yet unbearably comfortable.
"Ah, Song Tian!"
Meng Xiaoqiu gripped Song Tian's neck even tighter.
But Song Tian's arm was going numb, half of his big thing had plowed into his aunt Yi's lovely crease. What should he do now?
Pull it out? But it was already plowed in there.
Keep plowing in? But this was aunt Yi!
Song Tian got nervous, hesitated, and the half-plowed big thing kept swelling inside her, making Meng Xiaoqiu shift her body slightly upwards, her beautiful breasts pushing against her dress as if ready to burst forth, letting out another trembling moan.
That moan immediately made Song Tian's blood rush.
Aunt Yi's passage was warm and tight, constantly undulating around his big thing - it felt too damn good.
Without a care, Song Tian sunk his hips, and with a plunge, his hefty big thing was completely buried inside aunt Yi's body.
"Ah!"