Qin Ying's mouth gaped open, letting that thick fluid flow right in. Even though she wasn't the one being hammered, just being part of the mess was freaking delightful, especially the goo that hit her face—it took her to a strange kind of high.
Mi Yun wrapped her arms around Qin Ying and kissed her deeply, extending her moist tongue to lick the creamy fluid off her face, mingling it in her own mouth before locking lips with Qin Ying.
The sticky cream passed back and forth between their little mouths, watching this made Song Tian even more excited than actually doing the deed—it was that thrilling.
In the end, the saliva-mixed cream was divided into two portions, and they each swallowed their share.
Song Tian slept soundly cuddled up with Mi Yun and Qin Ying until some tantalizing action woke him up.
When he opened his eyes, there was Mi Yun, slobbering over his tool while Qin Ying was behind her, licking at her bits and her backdoor.