Song Tian had finally sprayed out his last thick spurt, exhaling a long breath as he slowly withdrew his big fellow, panting heavily and lying down beside Wang Nan.
Song Tian felt a tightness, a wetness, and a slight warmth on his member as Chen Qi, bent between his legs, took it into her mouth and tirelessly licked it clean, ridding it of all its juices.
It was not until Song Tian's manhood softened that she let go, then propped up his legs to lick him clean there too.
Chen Qi got off the bed, fetched some warm water, cleaned her mom down there, and then, with Song Tian's assistance, changed the wet sheets.
"Bro, you and my mom take a rest. I'll go cook," she said.
As she speaking, she turned and went into the kitchen.
Song Tian, holding the still half-unconscious Wang Nan, lay on the bed, and when he kissed her lips, she instinctively extended her tongue, meshing it with his.