Fan Yuxin struggled, reaching again to cover her chest, when Song Tian thrust his hips, and his rock-hard member jabbed right between her legs.
"Ah!"
Fan Yuxin screamed as if shot, her body stiffened in an attempt to dodge, but Song Tian pressed her down onto the bed, piling his entire weight on top of her.
Wang Nan's face went pale with urgency, she rushed forward to tug at Song, "Song, Song, this isn't, isn't right, you know!"
Song Tian straddled Fan Yuxin's stomach, indifferent to how the young girl struggled and pleaded, it was useless. Instead, her tender breasts rubbed against Song Tian's hefty tool during the struggle, which felt extremely soft and damn good.
Song Tian wrapped his arm around Wang Nan and gave her a peck, saying indifferently, "What's wrong with it? She was damn ready to pass your daughter around for fucks sake. This little chick is twisted! Not fucking her would be a waste!"
Talking, Song Tian admired the pure and pretty body of the girl beneath him.