Su Jing just grunted softly and didn't wake up, sleeping even more soundly, and she was dreaming, a dream where Song Tian, with several men, surrounded her.
Helplessly accepting each man's thrusts, she felt so damn good, yet put on a helpless façade.
Mi Yun watched Su Jing, who moaned in her sleep and writhed slightly, feeling a warm surge in her mouth as a stream of juice flooded into her mouth.
In her dreams, Su Jing spread her legs even wider.
Mi Yun, inhaling the strong scent of hormones between her thighs, found the earlier slight slutty taste had been licked clean.
Mi Yun chuckled to herself, thinking Song Tian was really something, turning such a peaceful and gentle woman into such a horny mess, and now it was her turn.
Mi Yun's member ached with pent-up desire, rising to grab those tender feet and spread them apart, her 15-centimeter tool, bigger than the average man's, nudged against Su Jing's slit.
"Hmm, hmm, ah, ah, no, don't, please don't!"