Song Tian got a hell of a scare and stopped what he was doing, quickly reaching out to slap Xu Bingying's face.
But Xu Bingying was still out cold, her body limp with no movement. Thankfully, her breathing remained steady.
Just when Song Tian was about to pull his dick out, Zheng Xing blurted out, "Bro, keep going, man!"
"Keep going, my ass, she's fucking passed out!"
"She's out for the count, you do your shit. It's not the same, right?" Zheng Xing urged.
Even though Xu Bingying was knocked out, fucking her felt just as tight, and this whole thing with her unconscious and at his mercy was strangely thrilling. It didn't take long for Song Tian, already boiling with lust, to shoot deeply inside her.
Song Tian let out a long sigh of relief and slowly pulled out his throbbing member. The gaping hole left behind oozed a thick mix of cum and her juices.