Song Tian's heart surged with excitement, and he exerted a bit more strength in his hand. Instantly, Zhou Jieyi's soft, pale little foot was jammed halfway into An Qing's slit, stretching it so full it seemed it might burst.
"Hiss, ah! Ah! It hurts, it's gonna split!"
An Qing pounded her fists on the bed, ceaselessly crying out in pain.
Song Tian's eyes bulged as he watched the beautiful foot penetrate deeply into An Qing's slit. Sure enough, she was a woman who had given birth; the endurance of her slit was beyond comparison to that of a young girl.
Zhou Jieyi, however, was afraid of hurting An Qing and sweetly pleaded with Song Tian, "Song, maybe you should pull it out now, look at An's place, it's about to get wrecked."
Song Tian, seeing how An Qing's lower part was stretched, causing her rear hole to deform, licked An Qing's hole while asking, "Auntie, can you still take it?"