Zhou Xiuhua was just about to cry out in pleasure, but upon hearing Wu Song's words, she held back.

She really couldn't say it out loud.

She glared at Wu Song with dissatisfaction, "Can't you speak a little more civilly?"

"Civil my ass! We're already doing it, and you want to pretend you're all virtuous?" Wu Song sneered with disdain, "Then tell me, what are we doing right now?"

Zhou Xiuhua snorted coldly, "You totally lack political wisdom."

Wu Song laughed mockingly: "Of course, politicians are all hypocritical and shameless. Political wisdom is just shameless hypocrisy. I don't have such wisdom, and I don't feel ashamed at all; in fact, I feel proud."

Zhou Xiuhua was astonished, then embarrassed and angry, "Are you calling me a hypocrite?"

"You're overthinking it, I'm just stating a fact. Enough nonsense, I'm asking you, does it feel good?"

Wu Song shouted, thrusting with force.

Zhou Xiuhua felt waves of tingling sensations emanating from her small hole.

It really did feel good.

She had never experienced such pleasure before.

But she just gritted her teeth and said nothing.

Wu Song laughed.

He liked handling such things.

Accelerate!

Exert force!

Wu Song's lower back throbbed vigorously like a motor, causing Zhou Xiuhua's entire body to shake intensely.

It was like being on a roller coaster.

Her two frenzied breasts almost flew up.

The pleasure made Zhou Xiuhua's face turn red, her whole body trembling along.

The overwhelming sensation built to the extreme, and she could no longer hold back, starting to moan.

Wu Song laughed heartily, demanding, "Say it, doesn't it feel good?"

Zhou Xiuhua felt terribly uncomfortable, shamefully looking at Wu Song, unable to speak.

"Not saying it? Then forget it! If it doesn't feel good, then we'll stop." Wu Song said, pulling out with a pop.

Zhou Xiuhua immediately felt a void, uncomfortably itching all over.

Especially her small hole.

The itch was the worst.

The itch spread within her, making her restless.

Like ants crawling.

Finally, she couldn't hold back anymore, wrapping her legs around Wu Song's butt, urging him back in.

Wu Song ignored her, giving a cold snort: "If it doesn't feel good, why keep doing it?"

Zhou Xiuhua looked at Wu Song with embarrassment and anger, "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

"Of course I'm doing it on purpose, what about it?" Wu Song laughed wickedly.

"Are you going to say it or not? Are you going to moan or not?" Wu Song teased her entrance with his big gun, but didn't enter.

This made Zhou Xiuhua even more uncomfortable.

She realized Wu Song was deliberately playing with her.

Although she felt uncomfortable in her heart,

she had to admit that Wu Song made her feel really good, opening a new chapter in her life.

He made her finally realize her presence as a woman.

Understanding the meaning of being a woman.

She felt this experience for the first time.

And she hadn't even climaxed yet, but already felt so good.

What if she climaxed?

The anticipation in her heart soared.

She couldn't hold back any longer, gritting her teeth, softly saying, "It feels good."

Wu Song squinted his eyes, giving a cold snort: "What did you say? Didn't eat? Can't hear you."

Zhou Xiuhua had already spoken, and without further delay, said loudly, "It feels great!"

"Where does it feel great?" Wu Song's gunhead teasingly pushed in, stretching her small hole wide open.

Zhou Xiuhua let out a soft moan, her body tingling, "It feels great in my small hole."

"If you had said it earlier, wouldn't you have climaxed by now? Why be stubborn? Who's at a loss?" Wu Song scolded her while thrusting.

Zhou Xiuhua nodded slightly: "Yes, I was wrong, I shouldn't have been stubborn."

Wu Song felt extremely pleased.

This was the office director of the deputy town chief, someone who used to be so aloof, now submitting completely under his prowess.

Very obedient.

That sense of accomplishment was truly overflowing.

Wu Song pressed Zhou Xiuhua's legs to his shoulders, making her legs squeeze dramatically, making the peach valley appear prominent, being exaggeratedly poked by his big gun, almost making the two butterfly petals fly apart.

His big gun, wrapped in a mixture of honey and milk, moved in and out smoothly.

But Zhou Xiuhua's small hole, although flowing with juices, wasn't very warm.

Instead, it was cold, like an ice cave.

This feeling reminded Wu Song of Bai Liuliu; Bai Liuliu's small hole was also cold like this.

Eventually, Wu Song turned it into a flood overflowing the mountain.

Healing bit by bit.

But this cold sensation wasn't uncomfortable; in fact, it was a bit satisfying.

Like experiencing an ice and fire combination.

That feeling.

Was quite enjoyable.

Wu Song pushed steadily.

Not as frenzied as before.

Zhou Xiuhua also sighed with relief.

But her legs were uncomfortably stretched.

Aching terribly.

She looked at Wu Song resentfully, "Can you put my legs down? They're aching badly."

Wu Song laughed, "Learning some manners now? Even know how to negotiate."

After the mockery, Wu Song let go of Zhou Xiuhua's legs, letting her wrap them around his waist, laying on top of her, beginning to thrust forcefully.

"Ah, slow down... Ah, it tickles!" Zhou Xiuhua stopped suppressing herself, shamelessly starting to moan.

She discovered that moaning while being fucked really did feel good, very refreshing.

Being trained like this by Wu Song wasn't so bad.

"Slower? Can't go any slower, otherwise when will you climax!" Wu Song said, not slowing down, but speeding up instead.

Papapapa...

The intense, rapid slapping of skin echoed in the office like a thunderstorm.

Making Qin Wushuang at the door feel her legs going numb, her small hole getting wet.

And Zhou Xiuhua, in the office, was completely overwhelmed by the tsunami-like tingling, shouting uncontrollably,

"Ah, it feels so good, my pussy is feeling amazing! Harder, do me harder!"

Zhou Xiuhua no longer needed Wu Song to prompt her, she was already moaning on her own.

Even though she had never experienced a climax before,

the irresistible pleasure made her instinctively urge Wu Song to thrust harder.

Because she subconsciously felt, it would feel even better, would fulfill her inner yearning.

Wu Song, of course, had no problem with that.

His big gun pounded like a pile driver, slapping Zhou Xiuhua's legs and big butt until they turned red, the temperature rising rapidly.

The icy cold inside her stomach was quickly melting and gathering, some flowing into her bladder, most flowing down the birth canal.

Finally.

When Wu Song struck a few dozen more times, suddenly going all the way in, his gunhead hitting her cervix aggressively.

Zhou Xiuhua let out a sharp scream, feeling her soul lift away.

Her whole body trembled, clinging tightly to Wu Song, wishing she could melt entirely onto him.

A gush of cold, intense Yin Essence mixed with a strong chill burst out.

Pouring over Wu Song's hot gunhead.

That momentary icy stimulation made Wu Song unable to hold back a low growl, his whole body shivering, his gunhead tightening as it violently erupted against her cervix.

"Ah… it feels so good! I can't hold it anymore, I'm going to pee!"

Zhou Xiuhua screamed, her small hole suddenly contracting, a stream of urine shooting out.