Song Tian hooked his fingers into the short-haired beauty's jeans, gradually pulling them down. The denim clung tight to her frame, and it was quite a struggle to peel them off.
As he pulled her pants down a bit, her snow-white, flat belly was exposed, as well as the smooth triangle beneath, and Song Tian couldn't resist lifting her shirt, burying his head and pressing kisses to her abdomen.
"Ah!"
The short-haired beauty let out a soft moan, her hands clutching Chen Qi's ass tightly, shielding her cleft and entrance with her palms, while several others reached out, sliding under her clothes to knead her slightly protruding breasts.
While lavishing kisses on the short-haired beauty's stomach, Song Tian kept pulling her pants downward, his kisses trailing lower, the woman's unique scent and the aroma of her hormones engulfing him—each person's scent was so distinct, providing Song Tian with a fresh experience each time.