Song Tian licked and sucked on Yan Qingqing's delicate beauty seam and hole, licking so fervently that Yan Qingqing had to bite down on her own hand to keep from crying out.
Her hand already bore a row of tender bite marks.
Song Tian stood up, his wet mouth planted a kiss on her rosy lips, and then he slapped her little ass and said, "I'll go deal with your mom first. You wash up and wait for me in the room. Today, however you want to fuck, we'll fuck that way!"
"Mmm, brother, I, I want to ride on top of you!"
"You want to take charge? Fine, as long as you can handle it!"
As Song Tian spoke, he released Yan Qingqing, but she grabbed his hand again.
"What's up?"
Yan Qingqing, her face flushed, said, "Brother, can you leave the door open? I want to watch how you screw Aunt Qin and my mom!"