Busy With A Man

Jian Ying screamed and moaned out loud at the top of his voice. He was blurred out because of the deadly sensation he was receiving. It was pure torture, given to him by that unknown, poor little girl. He had not had such activity for a very long time.

"F**k!F**k!D*mn it! Mnnn...oh, God! F***k me! Ohh!..."

"Oh, my God...! Oh, my... God! Sh*t! Ahhhh...He started cursing uncontrollably.

Jian Ying was clutching the bottled water hard, like it was the fault of the poor bottle and he pressed it against his manh**d with great force.

He could not take the pain anymore and wanted to relieve himself as soon as possible. He started moving the chilled bottled water in his hand against his erected manh**d. The bottle became his***and again released his midnight sweet tune.

"Hmmm...F**k...F**k that...gir...mmmm...ohh...!"

He was busy making those lewd sounds in the soundproofed car, while the chilled bottled water was doing it's magic on his member.