Song Tian hugged Mei Hua and kissed her a few times, then reached for her pants, saying, "I can't wait any longer."
As Song Tian spoke, his hand slid under her clothes, kneading those bouncing, slippery breasts while he asked, "Your husband isn't going to come looking for us, is he?"
"Look at you, scared shitless when you're looking for a quickie," Mei Hua taunted. "Don't worry, my husband's off on an overseas business trip. I saw him off at the airport. For all I know, he might be banging some foreign chick right now?"
"Huh?" Song Tian was taken aback.
Mei Hua curled her lip in disdain, "I don't give a damn about his pathetic affairs! Ah, don't just fondle me, you – you lick it!"
As Mei Hua spoke, she lifted her butt. Her ass was already pretty perky, but now it stuck out even more conspicuously.