Almost simultaneously as Wang Ping let out her moan, a thick, sticky love fluid quickly oozed from her lower body, completely drenching the tightly joined area between the two of them.
At this moment, Wang Ping actually seemed to feel a bit of shame, using her own hand to cover her flushed, pretty face. But what Chen An enjoyed most right now was watching a woman's expression of shame, so he moved Wang Ping's hand away from her face once more, allowing him to get a clearer view of Wang Ping's aroused and lewd expression.
While Wang Ping had been satisfied just once, the short fifteen minutes were far from Chen An's limit. He steadied Wang Ping's body, turning her to face Li Lingling. Very soon, Wang Ping understood Chen An's intention; he wanted her to take care of Li Lingling at this moment.
