When I woke up, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon. Aunt Qing was like a little wife, pillowing in my arms, her pretty face, and two big white peaks were standing tall. The passion just now had faded from the lower body, and the muddy pubic hair was lying on the labia majora, as if she was witnessing the passion just now. Her two white jade-like legs were curled up and pressed on my legs. Seeing this scene, my cock, which had already shrunk into a small insect, showed signs of growing up again.