Song Tian's heart skipped a beat; he truly hadn't considered this question.
Even though Zhao Shiyu was his girlfriend, emotionally, she didn't seem any different from the women who were mere one-night stands, fucked and forgotten.
Perhaps it was because he had too many women, often forgetting he even had a girlfriend like her. Now spread wide apart, Song Tian busied himself fucking women, never bothering to ask why Zhao Shiyu hadn't gone home.
Now that he thought about it, he couldn't be bothered to ask.
Song Tian embraced Qin Ying, and standing up, thrust his massive cock between her legs.
Qin Ying let out a soft moan, lifting a beautiful leg onto the washbasin.
The moment Song Tian's dick rubbed against her slick slit, Qin Ying moaned, juices ceaselessly flowing out; her response today was particularly intense.
"Ah, ah, Song, Song, ah, ah!"
Qin Ying clung to Song Tian, kissing him desperately, her tongue exploring his mouth, twining and sucking on his.