The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Chapter 133

Huang Rong rolled her eyes and just lay there, not moving.

Letting Wu Song’s big cock thrust in and out, she simply stayed there, ass up, motionless.

Wu Song kept fucking her.

Huang Rong’s perky ass trembled nonstop.

Streams of cum oozed out from her little pussy.

Suddenly, Huang Rong shuddered, woke up again, turned her red eyes to Wu Song and said, "You’re ruthless, fucked me half to death and still going!"

Wu Song burst out laughing: "Now that’s some skill."

He pressed down on Huang Rong and started pounding her again.

Huang Rong’s pussy had lost all its skill, she didn’t even dare to squeeze or suck anymore.

Completely defeated.

Getting fucked thoroughly by Wu Song’s big cock.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Huang Rong couldn’t take it, she started pounding the bed, begging for mercy: "Wu Song—Brother Song, please, spare me..."

Wu Song didn’t stop, kept fucking.

"No, Song ge... Daddy, I really can’t take it! I’m dying here!"

Huang Rong begged with red eyes.

Only then did Wu Song slow down.

He looked down at the spot where they were joined.

Apart from the puddle of nectar and thick cum, there was Huang Rong’s swollen red pussy.

It really was as red and swollen as a date.

Wu Song’s big cock was still inside, but she was at her absolute limit.

Any more and she’d probably split open.

Wu Song patted her jiggling ass, then slowly pulled out.

Her little pussy couldn’t even close for a long time, more cum kept oozing out.

It smeared all over her swollen slit and jungle of pubic hair.

Wu Song sat on the bed, his big cock still standing rock-hard, making Huang Rong both love and fear him.

"You... you’re really not human!" Huang Rong said weakly, lying there not daring to move—a slightest wiggle sent burning pain shooting through her pussy.

Wu Song laughed, took some tissues to wipe his cock, grinning wickedly: "Not human? Then what am I?"

"You’re a god, okay?" Huang Rong gazed at him submissively.

Wu Song stroked her hair, then pointed his cock at her face: "You sure your pussy’s okay?"

Huang Rong was startled, hastily shook her head: "No more, Master Song, I really give up! I surrender!" _{free.webn\ove(l)(.)c(o)m}

Wu Song didn’t hassle her anymore.

He put his big cock away.

Only then did Huang Rong breathe out, unable to help but sigh—once, her useless husband left her lonely and desperate, making her lose hope in all men.

But today—

She’d given in to being fucked!

She’d truly met a real pro!

Wu Song fixed up his pants, put on his clothes, and said with a laugh: "So, Teacher Huang, I’ll head out?"

Huang Rong lay on the bed, half dead, muttering: "Go, go, hurry up and go, don’t come looking for me next week. Go find your little mistress."

Wu Song grinned, chest out as he left.

Like a triumphant general.

He reached the living room.

Guo Shiyi stood up at once, looking at Wu Song with soft, amorous eyes: "Dr. Wu, you finished?"

Her question was completely unnecessary—she’d heard everything going on in the room.

Still, she asked on purpose.

Wu Song smiled and nodded: "Teacher Guo, wanna keep going for another round?"

Guo Shiyi’s face changed, she rapidly waved her hand: "Dr. Wu, I really give up! Just like Teacher Huang, I surrender!"

Her pussy was sticky and burning... No way was she letting Wu Song fuck her now.

Huang Rong inside was a cautionary tale—she had no desire to follow in her footsteps.

Wu Song laughed loudly and pulled Teacher Guo into his arms, kneading her big tits: "Your son’s gonna be one lucky guy, huh."

"Any luck he has is really your privilege, isn’t it?" Guo Shiyi batted her eyes at Wu Song, her little hand twitching to grope his big cock, but she held back, afraid of lighting a fire—if she touched it, Wu Song might toss her down and fuck her again.

"Haha..." Wu Song laughed, letting go of Guo Shiyi’s big tits: "Alright, bye then, I’m leaving."

Guo Shiyi let out a breath of relief, yet still felt a little disappointed. After all, a guy like Wu Song and an experience like this—how often do they come around? If she parted with Wu Song now, who knew when she’d see him again.

"Dr. Wu, can I get your contact?" Guo Shiyi couldn’t stop herself from asking.

Wu Song smiled: "Of course. Should I hit you up, or you riding me?"

Guo Shiyi quickly pulled out her phone, grinning: "I’ll add you."

Wu Song gave her his number.

Guo Shiyi sent him a friend request, smiling: "I sent it, accept me."

Wu Song nodded with a grin, accepted her request, and labeled it: Teacher Guo, Pure Milk Sales.

"See you, Teacher Guo." Wu Song nodded at her.

Guo Shiyi reluctantly saw him out.

Wu Song walked out to the dorm building, wandered the campus, watching all those young men and women—his heart felt a little strange. He’d never finished middle school and had always had dreams about school.

But in this life, he probably never had a shot at college.

Maybe one day he’d get to be a university teacher instead.

Wu Song thought lewdly, walked out and took a cab back to Wu Family Village.

As for Huang Rong’s BMW—

Of course, Wu Song wasn’t taking that seriously.

But as the car drove through Da Liushu Town’s street, Wu Song suddenly spotted a brand new animal pharmacy store.

And it had Wu Song’s name hanging above the door.

Wu Song was speechless.

Fuck, who else would be so bold to use the same name?

Wu Song had the driver stop, paid, and got out.

He walked into Wu Song Animal Pharmacy shop.

Just as he was about to storm in and demand an answer, he looked up and saw Zhang Xintong bending over to clean. Her juicy ass jutted out, the twin cheeks stretching her skirt tight, so round it made your hands itch.

Wu Song crept over, slapped that ass with a loud smack.

"Ah, pervert!" Zhang Xintong shrieked, swung her broom right at Wu Song.

But as soon as she saw it was Wu Song, she panicked, tried to pull her broom back, but she’d swung with too much force—now there was no way to stop the broom from hitting Wu Song.

Zhang Xintong was scared stiff, her expression changed, and she squealed, "Ah..."

She tried to do something else but couldn’t manage a thing.

"Smack!"

The broom was easily caught by Wu Song, who deliberately put on a stern face: "Well, well, got some nerve. You dare hit me now?"

Zhang Xintong was terrified, instantly shaking her head, her eyes reddening with grievance, choking up: "Sorry, Brother Song, I didn’t mean to, I thought some creep was harassing me..."

Wu Song laughed out loud, dropped the act, and pulled her into his arms, grabbing her juicy ass and squeezing it contentedly.

"What, someone else dares hassle you?" Wu Song teased as he groped Zhang Xintong’s ass.

Zhang Xintong finally relaxed, clinging tightly to Wu Song; she missed him so much after just a few days apart, she wished she could melt right into his arms.

Wu Song’s hand on her ass had her pussy instantly leaking, already longing for him to fill her up.

"Song ge, I missed you so much!"

Zhang Xintong didn’t bother with the harassment question—she had only one thought: to get intimate with Wu Song.

To let him fuck her hard and comfort her.

So, she dragged Wu Song into the back room, slammed the door, yanked down his big boxers, then crouched in front of him, letting his massive dick slap right across her face.