Song Jianjia's rounded behind was already seated heavily on Shen Huang's face.
"Mmm..." Shen Huang's lips were sealed.
Song Jianjia's snow-white derriere rubbed vigorously against Shen Huang's face.
Grinding tofu.
A technique often employed between women.
Only this time, Song Jianjia was using 'tofu' to grind against Shen Huang's mouth.
"Good sister, quickly help me, with your tongue..." Song Jianjia trembled lightly as she spoke.
Shen Huang was driven to the brink by her actions, her mind blank, she tentatively stretched out her tongue to taste a bit of Song Jianjia's tofu~
Huh? Not as dirty as imagined?
Actually, Song Jianjia's body was quite clean, Shen Huang tasted it, and even felt a hint of a slightly tangy sweetness.
The flavor wasn't bad?
Meanwhile, Song Jianjia continued to crazily grind tofu on her face.
Shen Huang simply extended her tongue, indulgently savoring Song Jianjia's taste.
