The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 204

Chapter 204: Chapter 204

Wu Song looked down at Du Chunjiao’s legs, they were actually pretty white and smooth.

Du Chunjiao stood up, holding Wu Song’s big cock, aiming it at her slit hidden in the black curls.

The wild mess of black hair looked primitive and savage, but it gave off an even stronger scent of temptation.

Making Wu Song’s cock twitch even harder, easily nudging right into the slot hidden among her curls.

It was already a slippery, sticky mess, making even the head of Wu Song’s cock soaked in it.

Du Chunjiao wiggled her ass, felt the position was right, then started to squat down, swallowing the head in bit by bit.

"Oh..."

The feeling of splitting apart as the cockhead pushed in was unlike anything she’d felt, made her think of her first time, like getting her virginity taken again—tearing and painful.

Inhale.

Du Chunjiao took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and slowly kept lowering herself.

Swallowing the big cock in, inch by inch.

She felt her pussy being forcefully spread open, like someone shoving a rolling pin into her.

It made her cunt burn with pain, and the intense feeling of being stretched full made her gasp and moan low.

Wu Song sucked in a surprised breath too—this big-tit milf’s pussy was actually pretty tight.

He thought a woman in her line of work would’ve been loosened up long ago.

He glanced at Du Chunjiao, said, "Your pussy is tighter than I thought."

Du Chunjiao took a deep breath again to ease the splitting, sharp pain below.

She snapped, "Hmph, of course. I’m not some slut who sleeps around."

Wu Song gave a wicked grin, grabbed at Du Chunjiao’s tits. He thought they were massive, but as soon as he squeezed, he realized most of it was just her bra—even the flesh was just a small bit hidden inside. That bursting sensation was all padding and squeezing.

Wu Song stared at Du Chunjiao speechless.

Du Chunjiao looked awkward, but she stubbornly said, "So what? Most women are like this. Did you really think all those women with huge boobs under their clothes are actually stacked? That’s all padding, all faked!"

Wu Song gave her a scornful glance, "If it ain’t the real thing, it ain’t the real thing. Don’t make excuses. You think I’ve never had good meat, or fondled real tits?"

Wu Song couldn’t even be bothered to touch Du Chunjiao again, just let go of her tits, looking totally disgusted.

This woman, aside from having a nice face, a tight cunt, and a slim waist, really didn’t have many flaws—other than her small boobs.

Du Chunjiao was stung by Wu Song’s look.

"Fine, I’ll show you what I can do!" Du Chunjiao gritted her teeth and started grinding on him.

Her snake-like waist twisted so bonelessly the car seat itself creaked beneath her.

Wu Song looked at Du Chunjiao in surprise—she really did have some skill.

Better at this than Taoxiang, that lady.

Clearly, her bed skills were more advanced.

But Wu Song still had a special fondness for Taoxiang.

So, he just let Du Chunjiao do her thing, curious what moves she had to try forcing him to cum.

With his current strength—

Let alone a Du Chunjiao.

Even a Spiritual Snake Sect master like Han Yuxue, two or three at a time, wouldn’t be any match.

So, no matter how hard Du Chunjiao made his waist ache and her own ass cramp, Wu Song’s cock didn’t budge at all.

Not the least sign of cumming.

Du Chunjiao panted, looking shocked, even nervously flustered.

She’d already used every trick in her book, but Wu Song still didn’t look close to blasting off.

If Wu Song didn’t cum, then he’d never sign, right?

If he didn’t sign, she’d be dragged down and thrown in jail.

If that happened, she’d lose her place as queen of the household.

That homewrecker Du Yuming’s mistress would take over.

She’d be destroyed, finished.

No way!

She couldn’t let that happen.

Du Chunjiao gritted her teeth and kept grinding.

She even started squatting up and down, like hammering a stake.

Pa! Pa! Pa!...

Her ass kept slapping down against Wu Song’s thighs.

Loud, rhythmic smacks.

Her pussy juices dripped down Wu Song’s cock, wet and slippery.

But nothing worked.

That cock was so steady, so solid, it left her hopeless.

Soon enough, Du Chunjiao honestly couldn’t keep it up anymore.

Panting, drenched in sweat, totally exhausted—her back ached, her thighs trembled, her cunt was burning, but Wu Song still didn’t cum.

"You—you set another condition. Money, how much do you want?" Du Chunjiao finally collapsed, slumped on Wu Song’s lap, resting against him and begging.

But that cock was still stabbing her deep, not pulled out.

That made it so uncomfortable, even her womb ached.

But she didn’t have the strength left to pull out.

Panting, she begged Wu Song for different terms instead.

Wu Song laughed.

"So you want to pay? How much are you offering?" Wu Song started rocked his legs, bouncing the seat so Du Chunjiao was tossed and shook like she was fucking him herself.

"Ah... Don’t move... please..." Du Chunjiao moaned, couldn’t help begging Wu Song to stop.

Wu Song obviously didn’t stop, just kept thrusting.

Du Chunjiao moaned, forced herself to hold it in, and blurted, "Ten thousand!"

Wu Song kept going, not stopping.

Du Chunjiao shrieked, hurriedly upped her offer, "Twenty thousand!"

Wu Song kept going, harder.

His thrusts made Du Chunjiao’s inner walls contract and tremble.

"Ah... stop, I can’t take it anymore, stop please, thirty thousand, is that enough?" Du Chunjiao pleaded between sobs—she’d already lost over two hundred grand, any more and she’d be ruined.

Wu Song ignored her, grabbed her ass, and started pounding hard, ramming a dozen times in a row.

Du Chunjiao let out a scream, her pussy convulsed, and her whole body started shaking, Yin Essence spraying from her in waves.

She came, just like that.

Du Chunjiao rolled her eyes back, spasming all over in Wu Song’s arms.

But it also felt incredibly wild and blissful.

She hadn’t felt so amazing in ages.

It was almost addictive.

Impossible to get enough of.

And Wu Song’s cock was still rock hard—she never felt so satisfied and happy.

Honestly, ever since she lost her virginity, she’d never felt anything this good.

No man had ever made her feel like this.

Until Wu Song, right this moment.

So Wu Song kept fucking her.

Holding her ass, he didn’t let up.

Kept hammering away.

Pa! Pa! Pa!...

Hard, fast, flesh slapping echoing in the car.

Du Chunjiao’s ass was bruised and pink, blooming like a flower.

Another wave of ecstasy surged through her, all at once.

Just twenty-something more thrusts.

Du Chunjiao came again.

She completely collapsed in Wu Song’s arms, feeling completely drained.

But Wu Song kept on fucking.

No!

No more!

She had to make him stop!

Du Chunjiao bit her tongue hard, trying to jolt herself awake, used her last strength to brace against Wu Song’s pecs, begging, "Bro—Daddy—please, I’m begging you! Five grand. Sign the papers, please!"

Five grand?

Sign?

Wu Song grabbed Du Chunjiao’s ass and kept thrusting her, laughing, "That’s all the sincerity you got?"

Du Chunjiao was fucked so hard she shook her head, squirmed in fright, clenching her ass to try and keep Wu Song from slamming in again.