Song Tian walked through the mall with Qin Ying and Mi Yun, finally getting why they were so eager to head home.
In the hole, the vibrating toy relentlessly stimulated his prostate, causing Song Tian's manhood to keep twitching as a trickle of juice flowed out.
The loose crotch of his sweatpants had already become damp.
The trouble was, men and women are different, damn it. Mi Yun at least had a skirt for cover, and however much Qin Ying leaked, it would run down her thighs. But Song Tian's bouncing rod kept nudging his pants, always drawing unwanted attention.
In the glare of the public eye, pitching a tent like that truly was fucking embarrassing.
Mainly, Song Tian feared being beaten up on the street by envious men.
Song Tian discreetly pressed down on his manhood and then used the waistband of his pants to pin it down, whispering, "Auntie, Mi, let's, let's go home, oh, it's too fucking arousing!"