Mi Yun hummed lightly as she pulled out her own tool.
Song Tian, too, was stuck on the brink of climax, and suddenly yanked his member from Qin Ying's delicate slit, brutally pressed Mi Yun down onto the couch, grabbed her ankles, spread her legs apart, and with his dripping dick, slammed into her tender opening, fucking her fiercely.
"Ah!" Mi Yun cried out with a shiver, biting her lip as she endured the invasion of his massive cock.
"Song, I—I'm close, so close!" Qin Ying cried out in desperation.
Song Tian pulled her over and made her lie in front of him, her fluffy tail brushing across his face, before he dove tongue-first into her messy, slippery slit, licking and sucking wildly.
"Ah, ah, I'm coming, I'm coming!"
Qin Ying's slit clenched, and her body suddenly tightened then relaxed, spurts of hormone-scented juices shooting into Song Tian's mouth.