The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 131

Chapter 131: Chapter 131

Guo Shiyi and Huang Rong were both stunned, staring blankly at Wu Song.

"Ah, is this milk?!" Huang Rong exclaimed with surprise and delight.

The effect was too sharp.

Guo Shiyi was also delighted, but seeing milk splashing all over Wu Song’s face, she became awkward and apologetic, hurriedly wanting to wipe it off with tissues.

"Sorry, I didn’t expect it..."

Wu Song blocked Guo Shiyi’s hand, smiling, "This is women’s essence, good stuff, can’t let it go to waste."

After saying this, Wu Song stuck out his tongue and licked the milk clean from his face, smacking his lips with a smile and saying, "The taste is excellent."

Then he eagerly looked at Guo Shiyi’s big breasts, "I haven’t had enough, can I have a bit more?"

Guo Shiyi blushing with delight teased, "Isn’t it just for you to eat as you please?"

Wu Song laughed heartily, lowered his head, and sucked on that tender nipple, exerting his force, the milk sprayed into his mouth.

Instantly filling his mouth with a rich aroma.

Wu Song squinted comfortably, sucking greedily, while the spear was still deeply inserted in Guo Shiyi’s tightness, yet not hindering their activities.

Guo Shiyi gently stroked Wu Song’s head, full of love, while her tightness slowly squirmed, caressing Wu Song’s spear.

This scene left Huang Rong’s head a bit dazed, opening her mouth, not knowing what to say.

Wu Song finished feasting on the breasts, leaving them soft and comfy, then ended his sucking, contentedly rubbing his belly, laughing, "Alright, your breasts are completely clear now. Your precious child is lucky."

Guo Shiyi gazed at Wu Song with overwhelming tenderness, softly speaking, "But should let you be full first."

"I’ll make sure you’re full first." Wu Song replied, suddenly moved his waist, rapidly thrusting like an engine, the spear fast moving in and out of Guo Shiyi’s tender tightness, like a drill, provoking loud moans from Guo Shiyi, as the juices began to overflow from her tightness.

After hammering a hundred and twenty-eight times, leaving Guo Shiyi’s tightness red and swollen, Wu Song finally hit home hard, fiercely reaching the flower core.

Guo Shiyi instantly screamed and shivered, not knowing how many times she had already quivered, feeling numb and unresponsive.

But with Wu Song’s scorching Yang Essence spraying, Guo Shiyi still rolled her eyes in bliss, clinging tightly to Wu Song, wishing she could melt into him.

Wu Song’s passionate love surged, tightly holding Guo Shiyi, wishing she could become part of him. That spear seemed to want to thrust entirely into Guo Shiyi’s tightness.

Only this could express his intentions towards Guo Shiyi.

Wu Song held Guo Shiyi, not wanting to let go for a long time.

Guo Shiyi also clung to Wu Song, wishing it could last forever.

Seeing this, Huang Rong, as the spectator, felt itchy in her tightness, yet was only able to comfort herself, feeling truly heartbroken, watching Wu Song and Guo Shiyi with a resentful gaze.

You two enjoying wild pleasures, loving deeply, what about me? Who will satisfy me?

Huang Rong walked up to Wu Song, stripping off her clothes directly, revealing her fair and seductive body, her peaks standing high, her flat belly slightly curved, adding flavor.

Her straight legs clamped a dark triangle, extending to her crease, beautifully adorned, as her legs moved, the black hair playfully trembled.

Huang Rong directly pounced on Wu Song’s back, her two firm breasts instantly hitting his back.

The tender nipples quickly hardened, brushing against Wu Song’s back like a small brush, making him itch. He released Guo Shiyi, turning to hold Huang Rong.

Guo Shiyi, completely satisfied, lay limply on the bed, smiling contentedly, "Healing brother, sister is full, go comfort your sister Huang Rong... By the way, I called you brother, hope you don’t mind?"

"Of course not, as long as it’s not little brother. It’s rather fond." Wu Song nodded with a smile, slowly withdrawing the Cyan Dragon Spear.

Instantly, steam rose, a smooth sheen remained.

The spear tip, having done the greatest work, was now entirely red, like a flying general bathing in blood after defeating the enemy, having massive victory, invincible.

Guo Shiyi sighed, lying on the bed, motionless, while between her legs, the tightness continued to resist closing.

When it closed, it squeezed out bursts of white fluid, the miraculous product of her Yin Essence and Wu Song’s Yang Essence blending.

Guo Shiyi hurriedly gathered it cautiously.

Not letting it go to waste.

Huang Rong went even further, directly grabbing Wu Song’s spear to lick and gulp.

Swallowing the remaining honey liquid and white fluid into her stomach.

Wu Song watched, feeling excited and direct, unable to resist wanting to pry open Huang Rong’s clam and fiercely insert inside.

Seeing Huang Rong pleasing him so diligently, Wu Song gently touched her hair, softly saying, "Rong sister is so lovely, your little mouth feels so wonderful."

Huang Rong, feeling pleased, became more zealous in swallowing, until Wu Song’s spear was big and red, ready to explode, she mocked deliberately, "Little brother, can’t your little spear do anything to me?"

"Oh? Rong sister, you call mine little brother? Then let me show you little brother’s power." Wu Song replied, rising up, with the spear pricking the entrance of Huang Rong’s tight hole.

That tender hole began suction and movement, teasing Wu Song’s spear.

Wu Song dropped his waist, using force, the spear sailing through waves, opening the tender flesh of the hole, with a pop reaching its base, fiercely grinding against the flower core.

"Ah, it feels so good. Brother Song, your little brother is so fierce! Sister is going to love you to death!" Huang Rong exclaimed excitedly as the tender hole cunningly sucked.

Leaving Wu Song squinting his eyes, blissfully taking deep breaths, next moment holding Huang Rong’s legs, lifting her buttocks, revealing the plump clam fully, pried open by his great rod, with pink tender flesh clearly visible, stained with much white fluid.

Wu Song immediately began wantonly thrusting.

Huang Rong immediately moaned in pleasure, her hands grasping blindly, not catching Wu Song, but grabbing Guo Shiyi’s breast, causing Guo Shiyi to scream softly, as the pale massive breast shook into various shapes.

"Ah, Teacher Huang, lighten up, you’re going to burst it!" Guo Shiyi quickly reminded.

Huang Rong snorted, "I only grabbed a few times? And didn’t even use force, yet you’re shouting like this. Do you look down on me?"

Guo Shiyi was taken aback, quickly explaining, "No, of course not. I’m just stating the facts..."

"Humph, facts mean you resent me, not letting me grab!" Huang Rong complained, her hands squeezing Guo Shiyi’s large breasts harder, causing milk to overflow, streaming around.

"Ah, what a pity!" Guo Shiyi called out softly.

Huang Rong also felt the pity, hesitating, unsure what to do, when she saw Wu Song on the side suddenly lean over and suck on Guo Shiyi’s breast, making loud sucking noises.

While below, the spear was fiercely thrusting in Huang Rong’s hole, causing both Guo Shiyi and Huang Rong to moan simultaneously, with their voices echoing in the room, creating the most beautiful melody of human continuation.

Wu Song’s hand suddenly reached between Guo Shiyi’s dense dark hair, and smoothly plunged into a slippery hole.