Song Mengtian screamed once more, shivering intensely.
"Oh, so this is what it feels like to be a woman," Song Mengtian couldn't help but marvel in her heart. It felt so good, she had wasted so many years for nothing.
Song Mengtian wrapped her legs around Wu Song's waist, unwilling to let go for a long time.
Wu Song was squeezed inside her, wrapped in layers of moist, warm soft flesh, truly delightful, and he didn't want to pull out at all.
He could stay inside forever without getting tired of it.
Both were immersed, and neither spoke.
But just then, Song Mengtian's phone rang inappropriately.
Song Mengtian reluctantly picked up the phone and saw it was a call from her mentor Gao Dalong, so she quickly answered.
"Master, what's up?" Song Mengtian asked,
"I heard you've taken leave, are you feeling unwell?" Gao Dalong asked seemingly with concern.
