Bai Bing did not give Song Yan time to change her mind. She climbed over her, kissed her once, open-mouthed and impatient, and then turned her attention back to Gu Fan, who was still on his back with his cock wet and nowhere near finished.
"Watch," she told Song Yan. "Sit there until I call you. This one is mine."
Song Yan pushed herself up on her elbows. Her robe was open, her thighs were still wet from the first round, and she did not look away.
"I said I would pull him back if you took too long," she said.
"Then watch the clock," Bai Bing said. "And keep your hands where I can see them until I say otherwise."
She kissed Gu Fan before she did anything else. It was a long kiss, the kind she used when she wanted the room to know who had the turn. Her hand was on his jaw. Her tongue was in his mouth. He grabbed her breast through the torn dress and squeezed, and she bit his lip for it, then kissed him again as if the bite had been part of the point.
