The girl licked and sucked ferociously for a while until Meng Xiaoqiu eventually recovered from the stimulation.
Releasing Song Tian's hefty cock from her mouth, she took it in her hand, fascinated, and stroked it before guiding its head to Meng Xiaoqiu's lovely slit. Her delicate fingers parted the slit, and as Song Tian thrust his hips, his hefty cock slid slowly inside.
With each slow pump from Song Tian, Meng Xiaoqiu's body quaked more violently in the throes of climax, her head shaking non-stop while her toned body glistened with a fine sheen of sweat.
"Ah, ah, ah, no, can't, ah, ah, pull it out, quick, quick."
Meng Xiaoqiu screamed, arching her body, and when Song Tian's cock slipped out, her slit clenched and then gaped open, squirting thick fluids forcefully, spraying all the way onto the opposite wall.
The girl's eyes bulged in astonishment, "Wow, is this, is this squirting?
The middle-aged man was also full of surprise, "No, this is spraying the yin essence."