Song Tian's thick load sprayed Qin Ying arse over tits, landing her square on the ground.
In the room, Song Tian let out a long sigh and lay down on the bed.
Though it was sucked out by Zhao Shiyu's little mouth, it just didn't quite hit the spot like a real good fuck would have done, leaving him somewhat unsatisfied—and his soldier was still standing at attention, raring to go again.
But Zhao Shiyu complained of a sore mouth and flat out refused.
Song Tian inwardly lamented, thinking that mature women really were something else, with their ability to take it however you dished it out.
Zhao Shiyu got up, tidied up her clothes, and used Song Tian's underwear to wipe up the thick spunk splattered on the floor.
Seeing Shiyu get up, Qin Ying panicked and quickly, quietly crept back to her bedroom, not daring to turn on even a light.
Qin Ying wiped the splash of thick jizz from her face and took a whiff at her fingertips.