Song Tian was feeling pretty pissed off, rubbing his big fellow against Qin Ying's sweet crevice as he made deep preparations, while simultaneously reaching for the phone.
Qin Ying bit her lip, her breath heavy with suppressed gasps, struggling not to cry out.
Glancing at the incoming call, Song Tian saw it was from Liu Menglan, so he nodded slightly at Qin Ying, who immediately got the hint and released her voice, moaning, "Ah, ah, Song, ah, it's rubbing me raw, ah, fuck me already, ah, I'm so horny, horny for a good fucking!"
When Liu Menglan, on the other end of the line, heard the woman's clear moans, her mind buzzed, her legs trembling and giving way as her sweet crevice instantly began to drip with juices, forgetting what she called to say.
Song Tian's big fellow pried open Qin Ying's crevice, slowly penetrating the tight space he'd fucked countless times before.
"Ah, it's so full, ah, so big, Song, ah, you're fucking me so good, ah, it feels amazing, ah!"