The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 23

Chapter 23: Chapter 23

"Ah..."

Wang Yanni couldn’t help but moan again.

The two maintained their position, and after a long time, they resumed their movements.

Wang Yanni regained her composure, staring at Wu Song with eyes full of fascination and heat.

"Wu Song, you’re amazing, really great." Wang Yanni’s legs clamped around Wu Song, wriggling her hips.

That honeyed spot rubbed against Wu Song’s rolling pin.

Wu Song instantly took a deep breath, as the freshly erupted rolling pin seemed to stir again.

However, Wu Song didn’t want to continue. If Old Zhang came back and found him fooling around with his wife, it would be a disaster.

Wu Song pulled out with a pop.

Wang Yanni gasped softly, feeling a sudden emptiness.

Her legs clamped tightly around Wu Song, not letting him leave.

"Add me on WeChat." Wang Yanni, her eyes dreamy, gazed at Wu Song and picked up her phone.

She was addicted. Whenever she wanted, she’d find Wu Song to have some fun.

So they had to exchange contact information.

Wu Song had no choice but to exchange contact information with Wang Yanni.

After exchanging contacts.

Wu Song then started to wipe his gun.

"Wait, let me do it." Wang Yanni suddenly approached, grabbed Wu Song’s rolling pin, and began to lick it.

Wu Song was in ecstasy.

Watching Wang Yanni lick his donkey goods clean, Wu Song was overjoyed.

"Did you let Old Zhang taste it?" Wu Song curiously asked.

"Bah, who would let that snot-eater have it!" Wang Yanni disdainfully replied.

Wu Song laughed heartily.

Wang Yanni finally cleaned it thoroughly.

Wu Song, feeling refreshed, put on his pants.

Seeing Wang Yanni showing no intention of putting on her pants, he urged, "Put on your pants, get me an oxygenator."

"What’s the rush? Get it yourself, take whichever you need." Wang Yanni lazily lay in bed, still savoring the aftertaste. _{fr eewe(b)nove.l.co\m}

Wu Song chuckled. What a lucky guy, having a daytime romp and a free oxygenator to use.

Is he being treated like a gigolo?

Wu Song left the room, found the oxygenator outside, selected a moderately priced one, and walked out.

Placing the oxygenator on the electric scooter, he was about to leave when Old Zhang, reeking of alcohol, staggered back home.

"Wu Song, what did you buy?" Old Zhang greeted, his tongue thick.

Wu Song felt a jolt in his heart. Thankfully, he had been efficient earlier; otherwise, Old Zhang would have caught him red-handed.

"An oxygenator, gave the money to the wife. I’m off." Wu Song casually replied and left.

Old Zhang chuckled as he walked back home.

Wu Song rode his electric scooter back day-by-day to Wu Family Village.

He went straight into Wu Xiaohong’s house, took out the oxygenator, and asked Wu Xiaohong to get an outlet, plugged in the oxygenator, and in the next moment, the water in the fish pond started bubbling. Soon, the fish that had their bellies up gradually returned to normal, quickly swimming upright.

"The oxygenator really works." Wu Xiaohong said happily.

Wu Song laughed, "Of course. Wherever you spend, it feels good."

Wu Xiaohong smiled and nodded, hugging Wu Song’s arm, "Let’s go, let’s eat."

Wu Song smiled and nodded.

Wu Xiaohong leaned close to Wu Song, whispering, "I’ll come find you tonight."

Wu Song felt a thrill. Looking for him for what? Of course, to fool around.

But Wu Song feigned ignorance, "What are you looking for me for? Aren’t you sleeping?"

Wu Xiaohong glanced at Wu Song, teased, "Finding you is just to sleep."

"I’m really scared." Wu Song pretended to be scared.

"Only a ghost would believe you."

For dinner, Wu Song ate quite a lot of stewed chicken.

Wu Xiaohong and Sun Taoxiang also ate quite a bit.

After eating, Sun Taoxiang pouted her fat bottom as she cleaned up the dishes.

Wu Xiaohong went to the bathroom.

In the kitchen, it was only Wu Song and Sun Taoxiang.

Wu Song couldn’t hold back, got up and walked over, hugged Sun Taoxiang from behind, pressing his crotch tightly against Sun Taoxiang’s plump bottom, and Wu Song almost cried out with comfort.

The rolling pin instantly leaped up, like a venomous dragon, drilled into the gap between Sun Taoxiang’s thighs, pressing tightly against that plump valley through the pants.

"You..."

Sun Taoxiang trembled instantly, her whole body became feverish, feeling very uncomfortable, as if there were ants crawling inside her body.

Especially the crotch being pressed.

The numbness was most intense, and that honeyed spot even started to get moist.

"Wu Song, don’t do this, Xiaohong’s coming out soon." Sun Taoxiang weakly urged Wu Song, almost dropping the bowl in her hand.

Wu Song didn’t want to let go; the sensation was too wonderful. Sun Taoxiang’s plump bottom felt incredibly good; if he could go inside, the feeling would be heavenly.

"Auntie, I want to do you!" Wu Song dry-throatedly growled as he shook his hips, rubbing Sun Taoxiang’s honeyed spot with the rolling pin through her pants.

Sun Taoxiang trembled all over, almost not being able to stand it, her fair face flushed to the point of burning, but she kept shaking her head, "No, no, Wu Song, Xiaohong’s coming out soon, hurry and let go of me."

"No, I won’t let go, Auntie, let me do it." Wu Song shook his head, refusing to agree, the rolling pin rubbing even more intensely.

Sun Taoxiang couldn’t resist clamping her legs tightly, clamping the rolling pin firmly, not letting it move wildly,

"No, definitely not now. Can’t let Xiaohong see." Sun Taoxiang swallowed, helplessly persuading Wu Song.

But felt her crotch was already moist.

Yet her logic persisted, and she couldn’t let Wu Song do it now.

Wu Song knew it wasn’t the right time either, but he didn’t want to let go or miss such an opportunity.

"Then tell me, Auntie, when I can do it? I dream about doing you, Auntie." Wu Song desperately asked, the rolling pin twitching as it was clamped by Sun Taoxiang’s thighs, feeling very comfortable.

Sun Taoxiang’s eyes were dreamy, misty with water vapor, unable to think of an appropriate time.

"As long as Xiaohong isn’t home, it’s fine." Sun Taoxiang thought for a moment and said.

"Great, Auntie, you said it." Wu Song got the answer he wanted, incredibly happy, and the rolling pin pressed even faster.

Rubbing Sun Taoxiang all over, resulting in intense emptiness, her honeyed spot couldn’t help but contract, craving deep fulfillment.

But she had to endure.

It was truly distressing.

Yet she couldn’t actually let Wu Song go inside.

But she didn’t want Wu Song to stop either.

Because Sun Taoxiang already felt it, with Wu Song’s rubbing, the sensation intensified,

Knowing Wu Xiaohong could come over at any time, the urgency and tension made Sun Taoxiang’s feeling escalate exponentially.

It shot up like a rocket, straight to the peak.

Her legs automatically clamped tighter, and her plump bottom subtly trembled, searching for a more comfortable position.

Wu Song grabbed Sun Taoxiang’s large breasts, pinched the rosy nubs at the tip, aimed his rolling pin at the explosion point of Sun Taoxiang’s valley, and pressed hard, tightly pinning it.

In the next moment, Sun Taoxiang couldn’t help but moan, her body trembling softly.

Honey liquid sprayed from the honeyed spot.

She reached the peak.

And Wu Xiaohong pulled up her pants and walked out of the bathroom, returning to the kitchen.