Yan Qingqing struggled while arching her back, the delicate slit beneath her ceaselessly squirting forceful and potent juices.
Qin Ying let out a cry of alarm, quickly getting up.
On Yan Qingqing's fresh and pure little face, was all the juice secreted from Qin Ying's slit.
And that little face was flushed red from holding her breath, gasping for air rapidly.
Qin Ying cried out in distress, quickly embracing Yan Qingqing and repeatedly apologizing.
She had been kissing Song Tian so intensely just now, her plump ass had been pressing down too firmly, nearly suffocating the poor Yan Qingqing.
But even in extreme asphyxiation, Yan Qingqing had reached an unprecedented climax.
Song Tian looked at Yan Qingqing, her face flushed, her delicate body trembling, and he too felt a thrill of fear—it was too dangerous.
After catching her breath, Yan Qingqing shivered, then let out a long sigh and said, "Damn, that felt good!"