Song Tian let out a soft hum and then captured Qin Ying's red lips, his hands supporting her ass, he started pounding rapidly.
With each thrust, he went in deep, careful not to make too much noise lest Zhao Shiyu hear him, he controlled the sound of the impacts remarkably well.
Qin Ying's body kept trembling from the rapid thrusts of Song Tian's big tool, her juices flowing non-stop, trickling down from where they were connected.
Qin Ying was fucked by Song Tian so hard she was nearly passing out, holding onto the last bit of clarity, she let go and whispered in his ear, "That's it, that's good, you're... you're fucking me to death, ah, ah, it feels so... so amazing, I, uh, I'm about to spray the yin essence, Song, hurry, let go of me, Shiyu, Shiyu is about to come, uh!"
Song Tian gave a few hard and deep thrusts, pushing her words right back with his tip at the mouth of her womb.
At that moment, the bedroom door made a noise.