The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Chapter 42

"Ah..."

Wu Yuling couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

It’s so alluring that it seems to draw out one’s very soul.

Especially for Wu Song, at such a close distance, it felt like it resonated in his ear, blossoming in his heart.

Truly hard to resist.

The rolling pin immediately stood up, pressing against Wu Yuling’s thigh, reaching her thigh root.

Wu Song’s knee conveniently withdrew, using the rolling pin to press against Wu Yuling’s little hole.

The little hole reflexively contracted instantly.

Almost pulling in the head of Wu Song’s rolling pin, which was so pleasurable that Wu Song almost cried out, and wished he could immediately tear apart Wu Yuling’s safety shorts.

They’re fucking annoying.

"I’ll kill you!" Wu Yuling’s eyes spat fire, glaring at Wu Song, wishing she could bite him to death.

But she didn’t dare to really bite him; in previous encounters with Wu Song, she had suffered greatly, losing her first kiss. Her little hole below was trembling from Wu Song’s pressing; even without penetration, she experienced the thrill of a peak.

At this moment, although her words were fierce, that little hole was faintly expecting Wu Song’s rolling pin to break through the safety shorts and drill in.

This made her extremely ashamed and angry.

Making her even more cranky.

But hearing her going on about life and death, though knowing it’s impossible.

Wang Damei still couldn’t watch any longer, hurriedly chastising, "The both of you, stop it and separate quickly."

As she spoke, she came over to pull the two apart.

Luckily, Wang Damei and Wu Dalin were both behind Wu Yuling and did not notice Wu Song’s secret maneuvers, nor did they know that Wu Yuling’s chest was being squashed and her little hole was flowing with water.

Seeing Wang Damei rushing over to stop them, Wu Song reluctantly pressed Wu Yuling’s little hole once more.

Wu Yuling, furious, suddenly pushed Wu Song away.

Wu Song smirked, conveniently falling right toward the charging Wang Damei.

Wang Damei was caught off guard, colliding right into Wu Song’s embrace.

The two plump breasts were directly grabbed by Wu Song.

And the crotch was forcibly pressed by Wu Song’s rolling pin.

Wang Damei seemed struck by lightning, suddenly in a daze.

A strange wave of heat rose in her heart.

She was pretty aware of what the rolling pin felt like.

At this moment, being pressed by that rolling pin, her little hole reflexively started to flow like an addicting sensation.

Wu Yuling was dumbfounded; she hadn’t expected that pushing Wu Song would result in such an outcome, pushing him into her mother’s embrace.

"Bastard, let go of my mom!" Wu Yuling rushed over to wrest them apart.

Wu Song then conveniently released Wang Damei.

Wang Damei, however, felt a bit lost.

Without the pressure on her little hole, she really felt uncomfortable.

Wu Yuling pulled Wang Damei over and scolded Wu Dalin, "Dad, are you blind? Didn’t you see him molesting us? Hit him!"

Wu Dalin’s mouth twitched, his face darkened; if he could handle Wu Song, he would’ve already done so.

But being humiliated like this by Wu Yuling, even he couldn’t hold back; he grabbed a shovel and swung it toward Wu Song.

Since he couldn’t defeat him barehanded, the weapon was the next choice.

A shovel is quite a formidable thing in the countryside.

Comparable to Lu Zhishen’s monk staff, he swung it at Wu Song.

If Wu Song didn’t dodge, he would surely be struck bloody.

Wu Yuling was overly excited, even shouting, "Good hit!"

Wang Damei showed a worried expression, even wanting to push Wu Song aside.

Whap!

The shovel fell into Wu Song’s hands.

Easily grabbed by Wu Song.

No matter how hard Wu Dalin exerted, he couldn’t wrest it back.

Red-faced from exertion, panting heavily, but it was useless; he couldn’t budge it an inch. _{free.webn\ove(l)(.)c(o)m}

Truly embarrassing!

Wu Dalin was enraged, tossing aside the shovel, grabbing a pitchfork to thrust at Wu Song.

If it hit, Wu Song would surely suffer severe consequences.

This would be far worse than Wu Song’s thrust toward his wife.

Even Wu Yuling was startled.

Wang Damei screamed, "No!"

But Wu Dalin was already heated, not stopping, even reddening his eyes, fiercely thrusting at Wu Song.

Wu Song sneered, swinging the shovel in his hand, deflecting the pitchfork to one side.

Wu Dalin, also exerting force excessively, lost control of his body, falling sideways with the pitchfork.

Wu Song swiped the shovel again, hitting Wu Dalin’s waist and hips.

With a loud thud.

Wu Dalin screamed, directly falling flat, mouth full of blood, wailing in pain.

"Dad!"

Wu Yuling shouted, rushing to help him up, her skirt riding up, nearly unable to contain her buttocks, the cheeks of her butt stretched tight, the safety shorts faintly visible, making Wu Song’s heart burn, the rolling pin hardening fiercely.

He casually pulled Wang Damei to his embrace, conveniently pressing under her skirt, finding the little hole, rubbing through her panties.

Wang Damei’s heart raced, never expecting Wu Song to be so bold, in her home, daring to press her in such an environment.

She quickly twisted to escape.

But it wasn’t better to not twist at all; upon twisting, Wu Song’s rolling pin felt so pleasurable, how could he allow her to escape, firmly grabbing her, preventing random movement, conveniently pulling aside the shorts, releasing the rolling pin, slipping under her skirt, along the edge of the panties, rubbing to the hole, instantly moist.

Wu Song’s heart fluttered, pretending to be a chaste maiden, only after a few presses, already this wet.

Without saying more, he forcibly pushed in.

It drilled in, a tip.

Wang Damei’s little hole stretched wide, tightly wrapping around Wu Song’s gunhead.

Wu Song gasped with pleasure.

While Wang Damei stiffened, dared not move, fearfully watching Wu Yuling’s figure and the nearly unconscious Wu Dalin.

Afraid they’d turn around and see.

Then she’d truly lose face, unable to stay in this home.

In a low voice, she pleaded with Wu Song, "Please, not here, okay? Let’s change a place, anything’s fine."

Wu Song was overwhelmed with pleasure, in such a place, truly a double thrill, especially with the tip already inserted, not caring more about it, forcefully pushing in.

"Oh..."

Wang Damei’s eyes widened, stiffening, as if impaled.

But that forbidden pleasure and thrill also doubled her excitement, nearly instantly flowing with juice, faintly seeking climax.

At this moment, Wu Yuling suddenly turned to glare at Wu Song, wanting to scold, but upon seeing Wang Damei held by Wu Song, showing pain and distress, even blushing, appearing in terrible pain yet enduring bitterly,

She exploded, angrily shouting, "Wu Song, you bastard, after hitting my dad, what are you doing to my mom? Let her go!"

Wang Damei abruptly felt ashamed and confused, but following was an extreme thrill and indescribable pleasure, unable to control tremors.

Wu Song, instead of releasing her, pushed forcefully, reaching the deepest part of her flower, bringing her instantly to the pinnacle, trembling, her nostrils issuing unstoppable moans.