Song Tian got the fright of his life and quickly pulled both the real and the fake schlongs out of An Qing's body.
He really panicked, screwing both wife and daughter in their own home, and now the man of the house had returned.
Even if the hubby was a spineless wimp who couldn't fart with three sticks, he'd probably still want to chop Song Tian to pieces.
An Qing turned pale, then instantly snapped back to her senses, pushing Song Tian and Liu Yan and saying, "You two get into the bedroom and keep fucking, leave the rest to me!"
An Qing quickly put her clothes on as she spoke.
When Song Tian and Liu Yan entered the bedroom, the door opened, and a tall, handsome middle-aged man walked in while talking on the phone. After hanging up, he suddenly sniffed and his face changed.
The man was about to explode, but An Qing shushed him with a gesture to listen closely.
The man was startled, listened to the sounds, and frowned deeply, "What the hell are you doing?"