Song Tian pinched his swollen major, about to burst, feeling rather foolish.
He was so close, just a few sucks from Qin Ying would have had him spurting right into her mouth.
Instead, he left himself hanging, half-cocked like this.
Blinded by lust, Song Tian even chased her to the door, wishing he could just pin Qin Ying down and take her forcefully.
Qin Ying was lying on the bed, listening to Song Tian's heavy breathing outside the door, smelling the scent of his manhood on her hand. She felt a wicked fire rise within her and couldn't help but slide off her shorts and the soaked panties underneath.
Naked from the waist down, she spread her legs wide into a split, reaching down to her beautiful crevice to rub.
"Song, come in, come in quick, take me, ah, ah!"
Qin Ying murmured to herself, longing for Song Tian to barge in and ram that huge thing of his into her slit.