Song Tian tightly embraced the girl who had bumped into his arms, inhaling the scent of hormones pouring off her. With his already hard member, he pressed it directly against her ass.
The girl was too embarrassed to lift her head, let alone scream out when caught in such a situation.
Meng Xiaoqiu nudged Song Tian and then hurried inside. With a glance full of tacit understanding, she clearly wanted to keep Song Dayong occupied.
"Little brother Tian, let me go, I need to go home!" the girl whispered, biting her lip.
Song Tian pinched the girl's chin and lifted her small face.
She wasn't as pretty as Yan Jiaming, but at eighteen, she held an irresistible allure—soft, tender, and bouncy in his arms—just the age to hook a man's desire.
As Song Tian pinched the girl's chin, he looked at her blushing face and said, "Does your family know my dad fucked you?"
The girl's body shuddered, her eyes welling up with tears—clearly, she had no idea.