The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 138

Chapter 138: Chapter 138

Wu Song suddenly took a deep breath, smiled and touched Song Mengtian’s thigh. Even through the thin pants, he could feel the smooth skin underneath.

Song Mengtian’s eyes were dreamy and passionate, "Your big gun is still so hard!"

Wu Song smiled smugly, "Of course it is."

"What have you been doing these past few days?" Wu Song asked curiously.

"Oh, I went on a mission and just got back, and ran into you! I was thinking about contacting you when I got to the dormitory," Song Mengtian said happily.

Song Mengtian didn’t say what the mission was, and Wu Song was not foolish enough to ask. After all, it’s police business. Digging too much wouldn’t do him any good.

Wu Song’s big hand explored along the thigh to the root, where he immediately touched the plump clam.

He started to gently stroke it.

Song Mengtian’s eyes squinted, and a mist rose bit by bit, while her nostrils began to emit soft moans. Her legs tightened and loosened in discomfort.

Wu Song’s fingers weren’t satisfied with just touching through her pants, feeling frustrated, he slipped his hand out from the clam into the waistband.

He immediately felt the thin, silky panties.

Through the panties, he resumed rubbing Song Mengtian’s clam, feeling much better and more comfortable than before.

The strands of black hair slid under the panties, causing Wu Song’s fingers to reach the bottom, sinking into the mysterious crevice, where he felt sticky wet marks. The panties were getting moist, and his fingers became sticky.

Wu Song’s fingers moved more smoothly, tracing the crevice to the peach source’s little cave, like a spring suddenly releasing a large amount of honey liquid.

Wu Song’s heart thumped, and his fingers pushed against the little cave, rubbing away.

"Ah—"

Song Mengtian couldn’t help but utter a sweet moan, the sound rippling with allure, stirring his heart instantly, making him incredibly hard, almost piercing through his pants.

Song Mengtian’s small hand couldn’t resist squeezing tightly on Wu Song’s gun head, kneading vigorously.

Wu Song instantly inhaled with pleasure, the big gun hard as a stick, almost about to explode.

Meanwhile, Song Mengtian’s legs were so weak they could barely operate the car.

The speed unconsciously slowed down.

Luckily, common sense prevailed, and Song Mengtian slowly pulled over, slowing down the car. _{fre.ewebnov el.com}

To avoid any accidents.

But she didn’t stop, although she really wanted to stop immediately and let Wu Song’s big gun fill her forcefully.

Yet she hadn’t forgotten her identity. Plus, she was driving a police car.

If someone noticed a problem and took a picture, it could cause big trouble.

She gritted her teeth and continued driving into the dormitory.

Finding a secret spot, she parked, pulling up the handbrake.

The next moment, she pounced on Wu Song’s arms, hugging him and began kissing him passionately.

Wu Song was not at all shy, holding Song Mengtian’s round buttocks, kissing back while kneading the plump cheeks. Through their pants, the two mounds felt scorching hot, with honey liquid flowing through the thigh crevice.

Song Mengtian couldn’t wait to lift her shirt, presenting her breasts to Wu Song.

Wu Song opened his mouth, taking one in, swirling his tongue around the nipple.

Song Mengtian immediately let out a coquettish moan, involuntarily trembling, her crotch grinding against Wu Song’s gun head.

But through their pants, satisfaction couldn’t be reached, unable to release.

Song Mengtian couldn’t stand it and unbuttoned Wu Song’s waistband, releasing the rolling pin.

With a quick motion.

The big, thick, hard gun popped out in front of Song Mengtian.

Song Mengtian looked at the thick, crimson long gun, and a thread of honey liquid trickled out from the gun’s eye. Her gaze was intense and dreamy, lowering her head to lick away the honey liquid, sucking at the gun’s head.

The warm, moist mouth quickly made Wu Song grunt, the gun’s head pulsating, enlarging, thrusting into Song Mengtian’s mouth.

Song Mengtian was excitedly sucking and licking.

In a little while, Song Mengtian was panting, sweaty, having difficulty holding on, shaking her hips wanting to be penetrated.

Wu Song then unbuttoned Song Mengtian’s waistband, pulling down her pants, revealing her white, round buttocks.

He held her slender waist, turning her to face away, since the pants were only down to her knees, not fully removed.

Stripping naked in the car was inappropriate, and it wasn’t suitable for dealing with emergencies.

Song Mengtian held onto Wu Song’s legs, sticking her butt out, the round cheeks presenting a central groove extending downward, leading to her pink chrysanthemum, trembling at each moment, simultaneously causing her plump clam to quiver, with streams of honey liquid squeezing out from the clamped cavity.

Wu Song spread the buttocks, the clam opened accordingly, revealing the tender trench, with the budding bean soaking in honey liquid, now red and hard.

Wu Song positioned the big gun in the crevice, sliding the gun’s head up and down, instantly becoming soaking wet.

With a thrust upward, the gun’s head pressed against the peach source’s entrance, which immediately responded, trembling with anticipation.

Wu Song applied pressure on Song Mengtian’s butt, pushing downward, driving the gun’s head to open the entrance and slip inside.

The cavity was pushed wide bit by bit to an exaggerated degree, as the big gun gradually disappeared, consumed by the little cave.

"Ah... so comfortable!" Song Mengtian murmured sweetly, but made no sound, only breathing disrupted and rapid.

As her butt pressed against Wu Song’s thighs, the whole big gun was now entirely consumed by her little cave, hard inside her body.

Song Mengtian comforted by the sensation, kept inhaling, her butt slowly lifting and descending, squeezing white arcs as it compressed on Wu Song’s thighs.

With the increase in momentum, the speed and rhythm of the little cave consuming the big gun accelerated bit by bit.

Wu Song held the snowy butt, speeding up with strength.

The cheeks and thighs clashed ferociously, emitting loud slapping sounds, the little cave quickly opening and closing, streams of honey liquid pouring down, flowing along the big gun below, moistening Wu Song’s dense pubic hair, making the big gun appear even more menacing and ferocious.

"Mmm..."

Song Mengtian ecstatically shaking her head, sweating, the speed and intensity of her hips lifting and dropping grew increasingly fierce.

Still, she grit her teeth, enduring not to shout out.

Wu Song suddenly held her butt still, and began thrusting rapidly himself.

Splish splash...

Honey liquid rampaging.

The buttocks blossomed under the relentless thrusts, little cave crazily opening and closing, waves of intense pleasure causing Song Mengtian’s chrysanthemum to contract quickly, her little cave trembling and involuntarily whimpering.

Wu Song immediately felt the tremors and contractions of Song Mengtian’s little cave’s channel, indicating signs of reaching the peak.

Wu Song asked with a chuckle, "Is it coming?"

Song Mengtian felt embarrassed, flushed, yet gently nodded to respond to Wu Song.

"If you want to scream, just let it out!" Wu Song suddenly sped up, growling, fiercely pounding, the loud slapping sounds comparable to a roaring engine.

Fierce pleasure erupted instantly.

Song Mengtian couldn’t suppress a sweet moan, her body convulsing violently, twitching in response.