Song Guanchao couldn't handle her enchanting gaze any longer. To stop her from continuing to indulge, he reached out, flipped her over, and picked her up.
Fu Ying leaned against the wall, cooperatively sticking out her butt.
The next second, she was completely filled.
Her body, having been restrained for so long, suddenly found satisfaction.
"Ah, ah~"
She grabbed Song Guanchao's hand, sucking on his fingers, releasing temptation to the extreme.
In just over ten minutes, Song Guanchao completely surrendered.
Fu Ying's body jerked, her spasming abdomen also ceased its convulsions.
Song Guanchao carried her to the bed.
After lying down for less than two minutes, under Fu Ying's teasing, he once again sprang to life.
This time, it wasn't until Zhang Meilin sent a message that the battle ended.
"Can you still go out?" Song Guanchao asked, patting her butt.
Fu Ying clamped her legs tightly: "I want more when you get back."
Song Guanchao chuckled: "Can you handle it?"
