Song Tian embraced Mi Yun, kissing her while his hips thrust gently, their tools rubbing together, feeling each other's temperature grow increasingly fiery.
"Oh, senior brother, that's, that's so nice, hiss, still, still a bit sharp, senior brother, can you, can you go gentler, hmm, hmm!"
Moaning softly, Mi Yun was rubbed by Song Tian until she felt more and more sensation; the stimulation of being fondled into squirting slowly faded away, and her tool was now hard as iron.
As Song Tian slowly moved his kisses to her ample breasts, Mi Yun's skin flushed with a faint rosy hue.
With her body writhing, Song Tian also turned around, kissing her flat belly while Mi Yun licked his navel, her hand grasping his hefty tool and stroking it nonstop.
Song Tian kissed his way down to Mi Yun's smooth, jade-like area; her beautiful, jade-like tool bounced ceaselessly, tapping against his face.