"Ah..."
Yang Xiaoxue screamed in pain, hurriedly stood up, and glared at Wu Song about to explode. Then she realized what she was holding in her hand.
Instinctively, she squeezed again.
At this moment, Wu Song's "rolling pin" had already stiffened due to stimulation.
Making Yang Xiaoxue's hand feel full, almost unable to hold on.
Yang Xiaoxue was stunned, staring dumbly at Wu Song's crotch, seemingly shocked, yet she still held on, unwilling to let go, even squeezing and rubbing to confirm her suspicion.
Unable to resist, she looked up at Wu Song: "What do you have inside this?"
Wu Song was quite annoyed, pinched Yang Xiaoxue's breast hard, and said, "So what do you have inside this?"
"Ouch!"
Yang Xiaoxue cried out in pain, hurriedly released Wu Song, instinctively covering her breast, and swatted Wu Song's hand away, "What are you touching at random?"
"What were you touching at random?" Wu Song rubbed his crotch unpleasantly, but his big gun still stood firm.
