Song Tian sprawled on the bed, savoring the most hidden spots on these three women's bodies.
In the middle was An Qing, her slit was plump and lush, resembling a juicy abalone to a tee, fringed with a bit of hair and oozing just a bit of juice; behind it, the tight little hole seemed to gulp down this liquid.
Her round, snowy-white ass was the juiciest of them all.
Then there was Zhou Jieyi by her side, whose slit seemed a tad smaller and more delicate, with only a few hairs at the front; the area around her slit was completely bald, and the tender flesh pulsed and bloomed continuously, oozing dew, waiting for Song Tian's invasion.
On the other side, Yuan Lijing's slit was even meatier, resembling the wings of a butterfly, one splayed against her thigh while the other turned inward as if shyly covering the entrance.
Song Tian lay between their legs, admiring their slits and tight little holes up close.