Zhao Yi was familiar with the signs of Song Ning’s impending ejaculation. When she realized her boyfriend was about to ejaculate, she spat out his penis, wanting Song Ning to ejaculate on both of their faces. Jing Hui, unaware of the depth of the ejaculation, still thought it was her sister giving it to her, and swallowed the glans with all her might.

Song Ning’s semen gushed out, but Jing Hui swallowed it whole. It was too late to lock in the semen, and streams of thick semen sprayed into her unsuspecting mouth, choking Jing Hui in her nose and throat.

“Ugh…cough…cough cough…”

The girl vomited out the penis and semen from her mouth, followed by a rapid cough. Before she could recover, she felt hot liquid splattering onto her face.

Song Ning quickly turned his penis to the side, aimed it at Zhao Yi next to him, and sprayed some more on his girlfriend’s face while stroking his penis.

Zhao Yi looked at the disheveled and bewildered Jing Hui. Jing Hui’s face, hair, eyes, and eyelashes were covered with thick white semen. A small amount of semen that she had spat out and coughed up had gotten onto Song Ning’s lower abdomen and thighs, while the rest was hanging on her high breasts.

“Sister, first clean your husband’s penis, mmm…slurp…tsk…tsk…”

His sex-addicted girlfriend took the glans into her mouth and sucked hard until she sucked out the semen from the urethral opening. She then licked the semen that had splashed on Song Ning’s lower abdomen and thighs into her mouth before turning to comfort the dazed Jing Hui.

Zhao Yi said nothing, first kissing Jing Hui, her tongue probing into the semen-filled mouth, skillfully scooping out the semen inside.

Jing Hui was like a sleeping beauty gradually regaining consciousness after being kissed. Her tongue entangled with the intruder, her throat churned, and she began to swallow the semen she had never tasted before.

“Seems pretty good?”

As Jing Hui thought to herself, her tongue became more proactive, venturing into Zhao Yi’s mouth to snatch the semen that hadn’t yet been swallowed.

When Zhao Yi saw the girl retaliate, she decisively withdrew, stopped kissing her, and instead licked the semen off Jing Hui’s face.

The girl followed suit and started licking Zhao Yi. Not only that, she also slipped one hand between Zhao Yi’s legs and smoothly inserted her fingers into Zhao Yi’s vagina to tease her.

How could Zhao Yi let this young virgin gain the upper hand? She grabbed Jing Hui’s breast with one hand and pushed her forward forcefully. Jing Hui couldn’t resist and leaned back, only to be tackled onto the bed by Zhao Yi.

“Eek~~”

Both of them let out a soft moan at the same time. As they fell, their bodies briefly lost control. Zhao Yi grabbed Jing Hui’s breast hard, while Jing Hui’s fingers plunged deeply into Zhao Yi’s vagina.

Song Ning watched as the two beautiful bodies slowly intertwined, then took out her phone and snapped photos from different angles.

Jing Hui had little experience and was pinned down without any geographical advantage. At first, she could still touch Zhao Yi’s vulva, scratch her buttocks, and rub her breasts, but gradually she was completely suppressed and became Zhao Yi’s plaything.

Seeing that the time was right, Zhao Yi adjusted her position, opened Jing Hui’s legs to leave enough space, and then pressed their private parts tightly together and began to vigorously wiggle her buttocks.

“Ugh… Yi~ Sister Yi, how… how can this be? Ah~~ Ah! How can this feel so good…”

Jinghui’s body twisted strangely, and she let out a seductive moan. She had seen this kind of video while surfing the Internet and knew that it was called “grinding tofu”. It was commonly seen between lesbians, who squeezed and rubbed their mons pubis and labia together. Because milky white vaginal fluid flowed out, just like grinding tofu, it got its name.

“Little Huihui, my cock feels a hundred times better inside you than this!”

Jing Hui stared wide-eyed in disbelief, her voice trembling slightly from the pleasure emanating from her lower body:

“A hundred times?! How is that possible… *sobs*”

Zhao Yi:

“Don’t believe me? Then let me show you…”

Hearing Zhao Yi say this, Jing Hui couldn’t help but feel a little scared:

“No…no! I’ll…I’ll get pregnant!”

Zhao Yi didn’t explain, but turned to look at Song Ning. He was holding his phone, pointing it at their tightly joined, white, moist opening from behind, and said:

“Are you almost done filming? Hurry up, it’s your turn!”

Although they didn’t explicitly say what they were going to do, all three understood what it meant to go into battle.

After being tackled, Jing Hui had given up resisting, but when she heard Song Ning say “go,” a surge of power welled up inside her, making her struggle again.

“No! No… please, waaaaah… Brother Ning, I don’t want to get pregnant, no! It really can’t be…”

As she felt something hot and hard pressing against her tender opening and rubbing back and forth, Jing Hui struggled even more fiercely, trying to clamp her legs together to stop Song Ning’s intrusion. However, with her legs being held down by Zhao Yi, she could only helplessly face the invasion of Song Ning’s penis.

As her labia were gradually forced open, Jing Hui did not experience the tearing pain that comes with a girl becoming a woman. Song Ning’s insertion seemed extremely smooth, and she felt a slight push against her lower abdomen without any resistance.

“Is that Brother Ning’s big cock? That’s so unfair, it went all the way in… Anyway, starting today, I’m a woman too, mmm…”