Song Tian kicked the door open and saw someone, stark naked, holding Lin Xiaoyu's legs, kneeling and hunching between her thighs, eagerly licking at that bald mound.
Song Tian was about to roar in rage, but then he froze in shock.
On the bed, Lin Xiaoyu let out a surprised cry, quickly grabbing the quilt to cover her body, pulling it over the head of the person hunched over her legs as well.
Only, that person was still knelt down.
The round and plump buttocks weren't exactly white but a healthy wheat color.
And in that butt crack, there was no man's tool, but a tender pink butterfly slit.
Another look at those astonishingly long legs, and the size forty soft feet.
Even without seeing the face, it was clear, this person was Sun Linlin.
Sun Linlin suddenly flung off the quilt, twisted her head in anger, and when she saw it was Song Tian, she was taken aback.
"Sorry, sorry!"
Song Tian apologized quickly and turned to leave.