A few minutes later, Qin Zhen was sitting on the chair beside the old man, and the young man was sitting in front of them, with unusual silence.
What the hell is going on here?
Qin Zhen's body was slightly tense as he occasionally glanced at the girl in the black dress who was standing behind the old man like a lifeless statue. His hands were shaking as he tried to maintain his calm, but he was failing obviously.
"Sir, what would you like to order?" A charming voice broke the unusual silence; the waitress they were having sex a few minutes ago was standing in front of them with a sweet smile on her face. Her dress was sticking to her body because of excessive sweat, and there was a slight blush around her face, a reminder of how intense the earlier play was.
"Give us whatever you have best here."
The Young man said, pushing his index finger into her crotch. As he did so, the cloth around her crotch got wet from the semen that pussy was still leaking.
