Song Tian grasped Xu Bingying's ankles, her legs almost in a full split, juices gushing from her beauty seam, her pretty face flushed, biting her lips, slightly arching her back and wriggling her ass in longing.
The pristine white wedding dress and the lusty beauty formed a stark contrast.
Zheng Xing, watching his wife's contrasting demeanor, had his eyes redden, then let out a trembling moan, his legs shaking non-stop, with a wet stain appearing on his crotch, the liquid trailing down his pants, emitting a pungent pissy stench.
He actually pissed himself from watching.
Zheng Xing's expression relaxed slightly, he panted rapidly, staring fixedly at Song Tian and Xu Bingying.
Song Tian, seeing Xu Bingying's husband so excited, felt a shiver in his heart too, and he bent down to kiss the inside of Xu Bingying's thigh.
The white stockings shone softly, the skin above her thigh was extra smooth, and between her legs drifted a strong scent of hormones.
"Mmm, ah, ah!"