Song Tian, while sniffing, pressed his mouth against their yoga pants right at the seam of their beauty.
The thick scent of hormones and a faint, slutty musk, both women were very healthy and clean.
Qin Ying shot Song Tian a triumphant glance, clearly having inspected them beforehand.
Song Tian blew her a kiss, and then Qin Ying had them switch positions.
This time, they were lying on their sides, one leg stretched out straight, the other lifted up, forming a side-lying, elevated split.
Song Tian straddled one of their beautiful legs, then grabbing their slender ankles, he pressed their beautiful feet to their bodies, and when he pushed forward again, his sizable member, through the stretchy yoga pants, rubbed against their beauty seam time and again.