The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Chapter 22

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Suck.

Wu Song took a sharp breath.

This Wang Yanni, who would’ve thought? Quite fierce.

Without a word, she just digs in.

And that technique is quite impressive.

She took it in with one swift move, tonguing the sensitive spot on the tip, almost making Wu Song shiver and nearly spill out.

Wu Song let out a muffled groan, grabbing hold of Wang Yanni’s hair, barely restraining the urge to come.

Wang Yanni noticed Wu Song’s intense reaction and got a little worried that if he came just with a few sucks, it wouldn’t be fun anymore.

Seeing Wu Song holding on, Wang Yanni gave a sly smile of admiration.

Then popped him out.

Giggling, she said, "Not bad at all, you’re not just a pretty pillow to look at."

Wu Song smugly snorted, "I’m just worried you’re a paper tiger that’ll break easily."

"Oh really? Let’s test that then!" Wang Yanni gave a coquettish smile, holding Wu Song’s rolling pin as she moved inside.

Wu Song let out a low groan, quickly following along, grabbing hold of Wang Yanni’s breast to regain the upper hand.

Wang Yanni shivered under Wu Song’s grasp, not daring to act too boldly.

She let go of Wu Song’s rolling pin.

Wu Song smiled smugly but didn’t release her breast, following Wang Yanni into the room where she had just been entertaining herself.

Upon entering the room, Wu Song feigned surprise, "What’s that smell?"

Wang Yanni’s heart skipped, glancing at the rolling pin on the bed, still left out.

She hadn’t intended to bring Wu Song into the room.

Trying to act casual, she said, "I don’t smell anything, maybe your nose isn’t working?"

As she spoke, she climbed onto the bed, butt raised, and shoved the rolling pin under the pillow.

But Wu Song suddenly approached, smacking Wang Yanni’s butt with his hand,

causing a crisp sound to echo.

Wang Yanni let out a startled cry, quickly turning to glare at Wu Song.

"Sister-in-law, where’s your little hole?" Wu Song asked mischievously, stroking Wang Yanni’s butt.

Wang Yanni gave Wu Song a coquettish glance, "You guess?"

Wu Song’s hand slid along her butt cheeks to the crack, rubbing over her pants, "Seems like it’s here?"

’Is that so? You’re pretty smart.’ Wang Yanni clamped her legs shut, trapping Wu Song’s large hand.

Wu Song pushed forcefully, prying Wang Yanni’s legs open, and his fingers found their way to her sweet spot.

"Oh dear."

Wang Yanni gasped, her eyes welling up, "Can’t you be a little more gentle?"

"Gentle? Sister-in-law, you asked me to drill a hole, you can’t do that without a bit of force!" Wu Song smirked mischievously.

Wang Yanni shivered under Wu Song’s probing, her sweet spot already a slippery mess, eagerly unhooking her waistband.

There were no panties underneath.

"Damn, you’re really wild, sister-in-law." Wu Song exclaimed, eyes fixated on Wang Yanni’s crotch, where some unruly black hair was poking out, a messy and wet patch already formed.

Wang Yanni gave Wu Song a flirtatious glance, "Doesn’t that make it easier for you to drill?"

She had been using the rolling pin on herself earlier and hadn’t bothered with panties due to her haste.

This certainly benefited Wu Song now.

Wu Song felt exhilaration surging, yanking Wang Yanni’s pants aside, fully exposing her butt and sweet spot.

He didn’t bother undressing completely, pulling his pants only down to his knees, holding her legs against his chest, aligning her butt and sweet spot for easy entry.

Seeing Wu Song’s actions, Wang Yanni grew annoyed, "Are you always this rushed?"

Wu Song didn’t care, given the urgency of the situation. This was just a quickie; a grand affair could get complicated if Old Zhang returned.

So, Wu Song thrust his "rolling pin" into the sweet spot.

Since Wang Yanni had used the rolling pin earlier, letting Wu Song’s tool in wasn’t difficult; it was quite lubricated, yet still a snug fit.

The successive waves of wet heat made Wu Song sigh contentedly, and he began thrusting tirelessly.

Slap slap slap...

Wu Song charged in and out forcefully.

Each thrust went deep, only pulling out partially before slamming back in.

Waves of milky fluid oozed from Wang Yanni’s sweet spot, coating Wu Song’s tool.

Makes the drilling even smoother.

"Sister-in-law, how’s my drilling technique?" Wu Song asked with a sly smile, pounding away.

Wang Yanni rolled her eyes in ecstasy, gasping in pleasure.

Far more satisfying than using the rolling pin herself.

Utterly divine.

"Amazing, you’re incredible, Wu Song! Keep going, harder. Sister-in-law can take it!" Wang Yanni blissfully shook her head, moaning lasciviously, urging Wu Song to accelerate.

After all, she was already at the brink earlier, interrupted by Wu Song, and now his ferocity quickly brought her to delirium.

Slap slap!

Wu Song certainly wouldn’t pause, let alone slow down.

This was a quickie after all.

Efficiency was key.

Not just quick, but intensely pleasurable too.

Each thrust made Wang Yanni’s butt quiver, while his tool rhythmically pounded, making her anus pinken.

"Ah, exhilarating, Wu Song, truly exhilarating, go harder..."

Wang Yanni moaned wildly.

Completely letting go, hair flying as her head shook.

Wu Song seemed to hear the horn of battle.

Slap slap slap...

His tool raining down like a torrential storm.

Driving Wang Yanni to complete ecstasy.

Screaming out without restraint.

The sound almost made Wu Song tremble.

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Such a sense of achievement.

Ask any man if they don’t want to make a woman scream?

The louder Wang Yanni moaned, the more intense Wu Song’s thrusts became.

Waves of milky fluid trailed down Wu Song’s tool, much of it flowing from her sweet spot to her anus, leaving it all creamy, contracting with Wu Song’s impact.

But Wu Song couldn’t see any of this; he propped her legs onto his shoulders, pressing down on the bed, facilitating his forceful drilling.

This increased his efficiency and speed tremendously.

The speed was so fast.

It’s indescribable.

And Wang Yanni finally couldn’t hold it anymore, her head arched back, screaming as her body arched upward, shuddering intensely, her sweet spot and abdomen squeezing and contracting fiercely.

Wu Song’s tool faced unprecedented pressure.

The intense resistance held it in place as its tip vibrated.

The next moment, thick streams of creamy white fluid sprayed from his tip, shooting into Wang Yanni’s hole like blazing bullets.

Already trembling, Wang Yanni was hit by this hot payload, convulsing again, her sweet spot twitching uncontrollably.

Making Wu Song let out a low growl as he forcefully plunged his tool deep into that tight hole.