Jiang Wen took advantage of Song Tian's momentary stupor, bent her knee, kicked him away, then picked up her skirt. She tried to get up but her legs were too weak, so she almost crawled into Qin Ying's bedroom.
Besides, her crawling pose was almost identical to that of Qin Ying when her legs had given out and she had crawled back.
Her round ass swayed, swaying so much that Song Tian felt like his head was about to explode.
Truly, each beauty with their own merits.
Qin Ying's ass was fatter, rounder.
Jiang Wen's ass was smaller, but seemed more exquisite.
Qin Ying and Jiang Wen's asses were absolutely top-notch; holding their asses from behind while fucking them would undoubtedly feel incredibly good.
Song Tian, with a face full of regret, quickly put his pants back on. Just then, Qin Ying also pushed the door open and entered, her hands full of various things.
Song Tian quickly got up to greet her, taking the items from her hands.