Qin Ying simply had Song Tian lie down, straddling his legs, fucking his hole, stroking his big guy, and watching Song Tian's expression that seemed pained but not quite—it turned her on so much. As she fucked Song Tian, she couldn't stop leaking.
"Ah, ah, Auntie, I—I'm gonna come, ah, ah!"
The intense stimulation, along with those delicate hands gently stroking, quickly made Song Tian's big guy's head swell and turn a dark red.
Qin Ying hurriedly pulled the toy out, bent down and took Song Tian's big guy into her mouth, eagerly bobbing up and down, sucking hard.
Song Tian let out a series of low growls as his thick cum shot into her mouth, feeling so good that he lay on the bed without wanting to move at all.
Qin Ying swallowed the thick cum, took off the fake cock and tossed it aside, then tenderly took a wet wipe and cleaned Song Tian's rear hole. After putting things in order, she lay down beside Song Tian, hugging the man and savoring the tenderness.