CHAPTER 241: CHAPTER 241

Wu Song looked at Bai Qiqi’s expression.

Afraid she might not be able to handle it.

But seeing her flushed cheeks and bewildered gaze, she was already feeling Wu Song’s thrusts.

No longer painful, just pleasurable.

Wu Song slowly continued his thrusts, making Bai Qiqi’s small cavity gush with sweet nectar, flowing out, mixing with streaks of blood that wrapped around Wu Song’s massive shaft.

Allowing Wu Song’s in-and-out motions to be very smooth.

If Wu Song’s massive shaft wasn’t long, just such depth could still be satisfying, also allowing Bai Qiqi to find the sensation.

With the passage of time, both could reach a climax.

But at the moment, Wu Song’s massive shaft was only partially inside.

There’s still a large section that hasn’t gone in.

Clearly feeling that rubber-like barrier.

As for the innermost flower heart, it hasn’t been touched.

It must be hidden behind the gate.

Wanting her to release Yin Essence seems like a pipe dream.

Wanting Bai Qiqi to get pregnant also seems difficult.

Because it simply can’t go in deep enough.

Wu Song continued his thrusts, not rushing to break through.

First letting Bai Qiqi experience a climax.

So Wu Song accelerated his thrusting, rubbing, making Bai Qiqi get more and more high, cheeks flushed, excitedly twisting, even swaying her small waist to match Wu Song.

"Pa pa pa..."

Wu Song thrust again dozens of times.

Bai Qiqi suddenly shuddered, her lower abdomen trembled, a current burst from her belly spreading throughout her body.

Making her involuntarily moan softly, tightly holding onto Wu Song, her legs wrapping around Wu Song’s lower back.

Trembling like a bird in Wu Song’s arms.

Wu Song smiled, but his massive shaft didn’t stop, continuing the thrusts: "Feeling good?"

Bai Qiqi shyly lowered her head, yet bashfully nodded.

Wu Song smiled pointing at his massive shaft: "Look, I haven’t put much in."

Bai Qiqi glanced down, sure enough, part of Wu Song’s massive shaft was still outside.

She felt a bit embarrassed.

What man can’t fully insert his shaft?

Isn’t this humiliating to herself?

Bai Qiqi awkwardly looked at Wu Song: "So what do we do about this?"

Wu Song smiled: "I can help sort it out, mine’s a bit big, just bear with it."

"A bit big? Yours is a bit big? Bear with it, I... ah!"

Bai Qiqi suddenly screamed, looked down between her legs in panic, and saw Wu Song’s massive shaft completely inserted to the hilt.

The tearing sensation surged again, but not as painful as the first time; instead, there was a piercing awareness that made her agitated, feeling like her soul was trembling.

The thick shaft and massive head almost pierced through her entirely.

"Ah, you, you ambushed me?" Bai Qiqi gazed at Wu Song in grievance.

Wu Song laughed: "Where was the ambush? I gave you a heads up, remember? Besides, if I didn’t do this, you’d be so tense you’d get hurt more."

Bai Qiqi pouted, unable to refute, but had to admit Wu Song had a point.

Because if Wu Song warned her, she would indeed become even tenser.

Though it was sudden and hurt a bit, it quickly passed.

Not as painful as when it first went in.

Instead, it was more sensitive.

Like it pierced into the core, both body and mind trembling.

Completely different from before.

Wu Song tried to move slowly.

Bai Qiqi slightly frowned but didn’t stop him.

Instead, looking at Wu Song, hands supporting Wu Song’s lower back, urging him to continue.

Wu Song smiled, then began to move gently.

Indeed, Wu Song was sure Bai Qiqi had a second barrier inside, apart from the tightness of the entry, there was genuinely a rubber circle wrapping inside.

Gripping his massive shaft tightly, feeling incredibly good.

A slight move caused double impacts.

The shaft head even rubbed against the flower heart, causing a third impact.

This was simply like a Triple Gate.

Wu Song leaned on Bai Qiqi, slowly thrusting, careful not to move too much, afraid of losing control and shooting too soon.

Need to slowly adapt to Bai Qiqi’s miraculous Triple Gate.

Bai Qiqi slowly felt the anomaly inside her small cavity.

Curiously looked at Wu Song: "Just like you said, there’s really a second barrier?"

Wu Song smiled: "Really felt it?"

"Mm." Bai Qiqi nodded, then slightly frowned: "But wait, those famous ten cavities shouldn’t have this situation."

"Why stick to those famous ten cavities? They’re merely statistical accounts of ten well-known ones. Your cavity isn’t listed among them, it might be an advanced, hidden kind." Wu Qing explained smilingly, "We could name your cavity."

"What name?" Bai Qiqi gradually adapted to Wu Song’s thrusting, no longer uncomfortable but overwhelmed by waves of pleasure stronger than before, tingling all over, hairs standing.

"Triple Gate." Wu Song laughed.

Bai Qiqi startled: "The name sounds familiar."

Wu Song laughed: "Quite artistic. If it’s unsatisfactory, we could call it Triple Wave."

"Oh, Triple Wave sounds worse, Triple Gate is better." Bai Qiqi hastily objected.

Wu Song laughed heartily, ramping up the thrusts, increasing the speed.

Pa, pa sound of flesh clash echoed in the room.

Bai Qiqi began to moan softly, Wu Song’s every thrust stirred her flower heart, making her soul shiver, wanting to scream but held back.

Having adapted to the Triple Gate’s grip.

Impacting more recklessly.

Each stroke shaking Bai Qiqi’s rear, her two breasts bouncing like waves.

Bai Qiqi eventually couldn’t resist the intense impacts and pleasure, raising her voice in moans.

"Ah..."

Bai Qiqi’s moans intermittent.

But merely ah ah sounds, not uttering other words, nor doing other things.

Just hands excitedly scratching Wu Song’s back.

His excitement increasing.

The speed of thrusts getting faster and more forceful.

Pa pa sounds transforming to rapid pa pa clock rhythm, a stormy sensual rhythm.

The waves of honeyed liquid, along with his massive shaft, flowed down, sticking to the rosy back area, lightly thrust widening then tightening, the fluid spilling, making the back hole sticky.

With Wu Song’s egg slap, even more crimson, tingling sprouts from the back hole, making Bai Qiqi harder to endure.

Pa pa pa...

Wu Song fiercely thrust again dozens of times.

Bai Qiqi’s body arched suddenly, legs tightly clasping Wu Song’s lower back, her small cavity gripping Wu Song’s massive shaft firmly, streams of Yin Essence gushing out, soaking Wu Song’s spearhead.