The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 178

Chapter 178: Chapter 178

Wu Song’s heart suddenly burned, recalling Sophie’s asshole, spread wide during the day, unable to close for a long time, that big gun as hard as steel, wanting to fiercely thrust in.

Wu Song took out a wet wipe and gently cleaned.

A slight touch, and Qin Wushuang’s asshole quickly contracted, her buttocks instinctively tightened.

"Don’t move," Wu Song said softly.

With her cheeks burning, Qin Wushuang lowered her head, not daring to make a sound, obediently not moving.

After wiping with the wet wipe, Wu Song asked Qin Wushuang to relax her asshole, and cleaned inside.

Obediently, Qin Wushuang relaxed her asshole, and Wu Song poked the wet wipe in, rotating it slightly.

Qin Wushuang’s asshole instinctively tightened, clamping Wu Song’s finger.

It actually made it more convenient for Wu Song to clean.

After wiping with the wet wipe, Wu Song took a tissue to wipe it again.

At this point, Qin Wushuang’s asshole was clean, tender and pink.

Wu Song gently caressed with his finger.

Qin Wushuang shivered nervously, her asshole continuously contracting.

Wu Song playfully said, "How about we try this hole later?"

Qin Wushuang immediately jumped in fright, hurriedly shaking her head in explanation, "Brother Song, no, please? My asshole is so small, and yours is so big, how can it fit in?"

Wu Song laughed, "My rolling pin is indeed big, but does that make your little cave big?"

"That’s different, women have strong stretching ability there. The asshole’s quite lacking compared to that. Brother Song, please, do me in the front, however you want, just don’t do the back, or I’ll struggle to walk tomorrow, can’t sit down, it’ll be troublesome." Qin Wushuang pleaded, looking at Wu Song pitifully.

Wu Song’s heart softened, releasing Qin Wushuang’s asshole, not continuing.

After all, Qin Wushuang wasn’t Sophie, nor Zhou Yuanyuan.

If it were Zhou Yuanyuan, Wu Song wouldn’t waste words with her, directly thrust in, continuing until he’s satisfied.

Wu Song released Qin Wushuang’s asshole and looked below at the tightly clamped little pussy, under the soft hair, its seams pink and dripping with honey, completely prepared for the day.

Wu Song smiled, patting Qin Wushuang’s butt, saying, "Come over, get on it."

Obediently, Qin Wushuang shifted her butt, atop Wu Song, the little cave slightly opening, descending onto Wu Song’s rolling pin.

But with poor visibility, Qin Wushuang sat down a few times, still not aligning with the pin, instead having its head tapping against the clam groove, getting coated in honey.

Qin Wushuang’s small hand reached over, grabbing Wu Song’s big gun, aiming the hot, thick head to the little cave, finally descending slowly, letting the little cave gradually open, devouring the head.

"Ah..."

Qin Wushuang’s eyes widened involuntarily, beginning to slowly inhale.

Trying to relax her waist, letting the little cave adjust to Wu Song’s big gun, gradually swallowing it.

Finally.

The little cave wrapped around Wu Song’s big gun, slowly swallowing it to the base, pushing against the heart, finally sighing and settling down, comfortably swaying gently.

Wu Song also sighed comfortably, the warm, moist enveloping, the up and down motion, making him moan with pleasure.

Qin Wushuang swayed her butt slowly, her eyes gradually closing, immersing in the pleasure brought by the big gun.

Unknowingly, she grew breathless, her waist sore, legs aching, fragrant sweat covering her body.

The movement grew larger but increasingly fatigued.

Clearly struggling to maintain it.

Wu Song naturally noticed, smiling as he sat up, reaching to hold Qin Wushuang’s butt cheeks, raising and lowering them, helping her exert force.

Qin Wushuang sighed with relief, feeling a lot lighter.

And the pace grew quicker.

Gradually, Qin Wushuang struggled to hold back, starting to moan lowly.

Wu Song kept the action moving, eventually not using his hands, but holding Qin Wushuang’s butt, revving the rear motor, beginning fast thrusting.

Slap, slap!

Abdomen against Qin Wushuang’s butt, continually colliding, waves of texture rippling forth, honey and white liquid flowing, wetting the thick grass beneath Wu Song’s big gun.

Making the thrusting smoother and copious.

Wu Song’s pace quickened accordingly.

"Ah..."

Qin Wushuang finally couldn’t help but moan.

Her buttocks and cave began contracting.

Her abdomen even lightly trembled.

Wu Song squinted, knowing Qin Wushuang was at the brink of climax.

Thrusting’s speed and force rose again.

Slap, slap, slap...

Like a fierce storm, intense and powerful.

Grinding Qin Wushuang until she was bouncing all over, copious honey and Yin Essence gushing forth, soaking Wu Song’s big gun, sending waves of pleasure flying through him.

Suddenly flipping up, holding Qin Wushuang’s butt, reversing her atop the armrest, her butt high up, Wu Song’s big rod plunged back into the little cave, squeezing streams of honey and white liquid, but bringing more pleasure to Wu Song’s big cock with its twitches.

"Here it comes!"

Wu Song reminded Qin Wushuang.

"Mmhmm."

Qin Wushuang nodded obediently.

At this point she was also at the peak of climax, heart racing fiercely, craving Wu Song’s deep thrusts inside her and her little cave.

Wu Song didn’t hold back, pressed Qin Wushuang’s butt and thrust vigorously.

Powerful and firm.

Each thrust pulled out a great length before slamming deeply in, making crisp slaps.

The speed was dizzyingly fast.

The sounds of slapping were near continuous, non-stop like firecrackers.

"Ah..."

Qin Wushuang let out a high-pitched scream, trembling all over like with fever, her little cave endlessly sucking and wriggling around Wu Song’s big gun, sprays of honey and Yin Essence erupting deep from her flower heart, drenching Wu Song’s gunhead.

The pleasure made Wu Song tremble incessantly, his gunhead quivering fiercely, shooting a burst of Yang Essence.

That scorching Yang Essence, like bullets, struck the flower heart, making Qin Wushuang scream again, climbing to an even higher peak than before, more thrilling than the previous climax.

"Ah, this feels so good!!!"

Qin Wushuang rolled her eyes, sighing as she collapsed, her upper body lay atop the armrest, not even wanting to move a finger.

Only her butt was still high, impaled by Wu Song’s big gun inside, still subtly twitching and contracting.

Along with her butt occasionally spasming.

Showing just how intense Qin Wushuang’s climax was.

Wu Song didn’t withdraw the big gun; planted inside Qin Wushuang’s little pussy was too pleasurable, impossible to part from, wanting to stay in, forever.