Eavesdroppers?

"Nope," Jingwei said cheerfully, laying on his side as he propped his head up with an arm, admiring the sexy curve of Xue Ning's ass as she stomped around the area. "But I don't see a need to clean up, do you?"

"I do!" Xue Ning disagreed vehemently, looking around for something she could use to wipe that smug smirk (along with her juices) off Jingwei's face. Sadly there was nothing she could use, maybe except for Jingwei's own shirt. With no other options, she just had to make do.

She stormed over to him, and Jingwei was delighted, eagerly reaching out for her to continue where they left off. He was always hungry. His dick twitched at the proceedings. It was painfully hard now, and it demanded attention.