The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 203

Chapter 203: Chapter 203

Wu Song smiled and glanced at the car door, "Aren’t you going to close the door?"

Du Chunjiao, annoyed, climbed into the car, shut the door, rolled up the window, and stared at Wu Song with grievance and indignation, "Alright, come on."

Wu Song smirked, "Do it yourself."

Do it yourself?

Du Chunjiao gritted her teeth, refrained from bursting out, and instead reached over to unzip Wu Song’s pants.

But when that large gun sprang out, Du Chunjiao was instantly stunned.

Huge!

Thick!

Absolutely unbelievable!

And this was while it was still flaccid.

What if it hardened?

Du Chunjiao’s heart warmed, beating wildly.

She looked at Wu Song in disbelief and instinctively asked, "Is this real? Or fake?"

"Why don’t you try it and find out?" Wu Song chuckled.

Du Chunjiao was inexplicably a bit excited and anticipating.

Even though Du Yuming was a big shot...

...he really was getting old, over forty years.

He was already lacking in energy and vitality.

And he found a mistress, too.

How could he possibly provide her any comfort?

In the deep of the night alone, she often felt lonely and empty, wanting to buy cucumbers.

Now staring at the large gun in front of her, her heart raced chaotically, her trembling fingers reached out to grab it, feeling the searing heat, she gripped it tightly at once.

"Hiss..."

Wu Song drew a sharp breath and cursed, "Damn it, be gentle!"

"Oh, oh, sorry, I understand," Du Chunjiao hastily apologized, but her eyes intensely focused on that large gun.

And at this moment, under her grip, the large gun sprang up swiftly.

Hot and fiery, thick like a rolling pin, it filled up her small hand completely, almost impossible to handle.

"Hiss..."

Du Chunjiao gasped for breath, excitedly watching the large gun, glanced up at Wu Song, and said, "Then I’ll start eating, okay?" _{free.webn\ove(l)(.)c(o)m}

Before Wu Song nodded, Du Chunjiao had already lowered her head to take it in one gulp.

However, she underestimated the girth of the gun’s head, and in one bite, she couldn’t swallow it.

Her heart surged with heat, and she hurriedly opened her mouth wide, only then inch by inch swallowing the gun’s head.

Her mouth stretched to its fullest.

Slurp, slurp.

Du Chunjiao began to bob up and down, skilled in her motions, her oral skills exceptional.

Bringing Wu Song immense pleasure.

She truly was a lady boss.

Her skills were top-notch.

Wu Song squinted his eyes, leaned against the seatback, enjoying Du Chunjiao’s swallowing and releasing.

Du Chunjiao panted as she swallowed up and down dozens of times.

But as a result, Wu Song’s large gun grew even more crimson and hot, showing no signs of exploding.

Du Chunjiao helplessly released the large gun, looked up in amazement at Wu Song.

"You, you haven’t shot yet?" Du Chunjiao stared at Wu Song in disbelief.

With her oral skills, Du Yuming couldn’t last past thirty strokes.

Yet now, she’d blown no less than sixty or seventy times, and Wu Song remained as steady as steel.

She herself instead found her mouth corners numb and tongue cramping, unable to continue.

Wu Song chuckled, "Work is work, why so much nonsense? Can you do it or not?"

Du Chunjiao’s chest ached with frustration, the first time anyone had struck her like this.

Damn it!

She definitely wouldn’t back down, bent her head and continued working.

Du Chunjiao once again took in Wu Song’s large gun, slurping and sucking, her tongue coiling, polishing, and absorbing, all deployed.

A single breath left her neck sore and tired, yet Wu Qing’s large gun remained unmoved.

Du Chunjiao was truly shocked.

With the large gun in her mouth, panting, sweating profusely, she was at a loss.

Because truly, she couldn’t get him to come.

Without getting him to come, she couldn’t satisfy Wu Song.

If Wu Song wasn’t satisfied, he wouldn’t sign.

Speechless.

Du Chunjiao nervously looked up at Wu Song, released the large gun, and weakly said, "Your large gun is too incredible, I, I can’t make it come."

Wu Song laughed aloud, grabbed Du Chunjiao’s hair, directly pressed her to take it in again, then held her hair, moving up and down, not letting her move, Wu Song moved himself.

Pulling up and down, open wide and close wide.

Each time thrust to Du Chunjiao’s throat, then pulled out, thrusting back again.

Even more thrilling and exciting than before.

As pleasurable as it made Wu Song gasp continuously.

It made Du Chunjiao continuously retch, her eyes tearing up.

She hurriedly retched, pleading with Wu Song.

Unfortunately, it was useless.

Wu Song’s actions continued.

No mercy.

Directly driving Du Chunjiao to tears and drool flowing, unable to stop.

Under Wu Song’s force, she ended up rolling her eyes, breathing out more than in, only then did Wu Song stop, pulling her up and throwing her onto the side seat.

Panting, panting.

Du Chunjiao kept gasping, rolling her eyes for a long while before recovering.

Looking at Wu Song with an expression filled with awe.

Because earlier, Wu Song almost brought her to unconsciousness, but he still hadn’t come!

Ridiculously strong.

Wu Song disdainfully glanced at Du Chunjiao, "Is this all your ability?"

Du Chunjiao felt supremely aggrieved, her oral skills were definitely top-notch, Du Yuming was very afraid, reluctant to try.

But here with Wu Song, it was ineffective.

Instead, Wu Song almost made her vomit.

Who could she reason with?

What to do?

"Brother, I admit defeat, I was wrong, I was too ignorant before. Can you give me a chance to correct my mistakes?" Du Chunjiao looked at Wu Song pitiably.

"What sort of corrective chance do you want?" Wu Song glanced at Du Chunjiao with interest, curious about her next move.

"Brother, isn’t it true that as long as you come, my task is done? You’ll sign for me?" Du Chunjiao earnestly queried Wu Song.

Wu Song smiled inwardly, nodded, "Yeah, isn’t it like that?"

Even a professional would ensure completion, right? If nothing happens, it isn’t truly done.

Du Chunjiao nodded, "That’s right... but my mouth can’t do it, can I use another place? To make you come?"

Wu Song glanced at Du Chunjiao’s crotch with a smile, "You want to use that, huh?"

Du Chunjiao nodded, "Of course, where else?"

"You could use your backdoor," Wu Song grinned wickedly.

"Let’s not go there, no tools here, can’t do it." Du Chunjiao shook her head.

"You’re not sick, are you?" Wu Song naturally could tell Du Chunjiao wasn’t sick, but just wanted to tease her.

Du Chunjiao’s face flushed red, looking awkward, and said excitedly, "Big brother, I’m Du Yuming’s wife! I’m the sister-in-law, huh?! I’m sick? Would I have such a disease?"

"That’s hard to say, what if your man fools around and infects you?" Wu Song’s words left Du Chunjiao with no rebuttal, because Du Yuming frequently fooled around.

"I swear I’m not sick; if I am, let me die a horrible death!" Du Chunjiao said, a bit agitated.

Wu Song laughed, "Then go ahead and try."

"Try it is!" Du Chunjiao’s temper flared too, her prideful oral skills had failed, she was unwilling to back down, and today she had to make Wu Song come.

Let him witness her snake-like waist.

Du Chunjiao lifted her skirt, directly dropped her lace panties, turned and lifted her leg to straddle Wu Song.