บท 137: Chapter 137

Song Tian pressed deep against Wang Qing's hole, spurting his thick seed, drenching the depths of her intestines with a burning heat that made Wang Qing feel as if all her insides were being roasted by the inferno.

"Ah, no, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die!"

Wang Qing's body trembled, releasing several more gushes of fluid, her complexion turning pale as paper, slipping into a semi-conscious state.

Song Tian let out a long sigh of relief, not pulling out his cock but leaving it inside her hole, and lay directly on top of her.

Wang Qing, her mind clouded, wrapped her arms around Song Tian's neck, kissing him wildly on his mouth and face, as if she wanted to bite this young man to pieces and swallow him whole.

The soothing from the bewildered Wang Qing brought Song Tian's cock, still inside her hole, slowly swelling up again.

Wang Qing felt her hole being stretched open once more and instinctively shrank back in fear, disengaging herself.