At eight in the evening, Song Guanchao stood by the bed, fastening each button.
On the messy bed nearby, two snow-white bodies were curled up, their hair disheveled, and no part of their bodies was intact.
Especially the upturned buttocks, the palm prints clearly visible.
After fastening the last button, Song Guanchao glanced at the two women and then left the room.
After he left, Tan Xiang slowly sat up from the bed.
Looking at the clothes scattered all over the place, the events of the past few hours left her with an indescribable complex emotion.
Physically, she received immense satisfaction.
No matter how unwilling she was in her heart, during the process, she even actively asked Song Guanchao to go faster, faster.
But now that she calmed down, she felt extremely humiliated, not understanding why she had reacted like that.
Shen Qing also sat up, sighed, and grabbed her clothes, putting them on.
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