Song Tian watched as Yan Qingqing lay between Yan Jiaming's legs, licking up the thick cream flowing from the labia, and swallowing it down, his arousal surging through him. Even though he had just climaxed, his dick jumped back to hardness and kept slapping against her pretty face.
It was Yan Qingqing's first time tasting a man's spunk, and while the strange flavor wasn't exactly delicious, her heart throbbed with excitement. As she squatted on the ground, her legs turned to jelly, and her juices dripped steadily onto the floor.
With her face buried in the slit, Yan Qingqing couldn't help but suck on it, eager to draw out more of that thick cream.
Yan Jiaming couldn't take much more, letting out a soft moan as her body trembled and her urethra contracted.
Song Tian quickly pulled Qingqing aside.
Then he saw Yan Jiaming's pee hole suddenly relax, and amid her suppressed moans, a torrent burst forth, shooting all the way to the door.