Menglan drank up every last drop of Song Tian's piss, her face showing a faint blush.
Struggling to rise, Menglan crawled on all fours, trying to escape, but Xu Bingying grabbed her feet and dragged her back.
Weakly struggling, Menglan cried out, "No, no, don't... You've tortured me, fucked me, just let me go, please!"
"That little bit wasn't nearly enough to satisfy a big slut like you. We've got so many more fun things to do!"
As Menglan struggled, Xu Bingying bound her feet with a wide strap. That wasn't all; she used toy handcuffs to bend Menglan into a bow, linking her hands and feet together.
Song Tian looked at Menglan, bound into a bow shape, and her agonized struggle. His cock, which had softened, twitched in the sour mix, feeling an urge to rise again.
Especially when Xu Bingying pulled out the fake dildo from Menglan's behind and started to rinse her with a hose, Song Tian's cock began to stiffen.