Yan Jiaming bit down on her teeth, letting out a muffled grunt, when suddenly she felt warmth on her mouth, Song Tian had already kissed her red lips.
Just as Yan Jiaming was about to shout, she opened her mouth, and Song Tian's tongue had already slipped inside.
Yan Jiaming pushed Song Tian away with all her might, panting heavily as she yelled, "Tian, no, you can't do this!"
Song Tian looked at Yan Jiaming, naked with her ample chest heaving up and down, then at the wetness between her legs, and the rain having stopped outside, giving a sense of deep mountain solitude, a surge of defiance rushed to his head.
"Can't do this? How can't we? Last night when my dad was fucking you, Shiyu, you kept staring at me!"
With those words, Song Tian stepped forward and embraced Yan Jiaming.