Chanxin moved around behind him, freeing his shirt from his pants and exploring everywhere inside with her warm, soft hands. Those two very shapely cocktail bartenders. Cartoon sex His lust was in part for helping Wing-Yee and any of his other girls like her who needed child support. As soon as Ying was off of him he rolled on top of Chanxin. It was so hot, so right, so perfect that Jim would breed with all of these amazing women. They got dressed, all of them giggling and beaming with joy. But something was off. Ying scooted down in her chair, stretching her shapely legs as far as she could, her feet stroking their way up Jim’s thighs and finding Chanxin’s hand in the way, already grasping and stroking his hardness through his pants.
