The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Chapter 47

Wu Song’s heart was suddenly burning hot, and his rolling pin was as hard as steel.

He grabbed Song Mengtian’s big breasts with one hand and hummed, "You’re a policewoman, are you really willing to be with a small vet like me?"

"You may appear to be a little vet, but your medical skills are more impressive than many professional doctors. Why underestimate yourself?" Song Mengtian, having been cured of her illness, seemed to have unlocked her sealed heart and body, becoming passionate and bold in an instant.

Wu Song squinted his eyes, he naturally knew, he just didn’t know what Song Mengtian meant.

From the looks of it now, she wasn’t just teasing him or having other motives.

She really had taken a liking to him.

Wu Song’s hand was kneading Song Mengtian’s big breasts, feeling their softness and fragrance, exceedingly comfortable, and as he gazed at her charmingly beautiful face, he said in a deep voice, "You said it yourself, don’t blame me if I’m not polite to you."

Suddenly, Song Mengtian stood on tiptoe and kissed Wu Song.

That tender, luscious little mouth had endless allure, making Wu Song unwilling to let go as soon as he kissed her.

Though Song Mengtian had taken the initiative to kiss Wu Song, it surprised him that she had no kissing technique, clumsily rubbing lips.

Was she a novice?

Wu Song’s heart fluttered, and he immediately started to teach her, prying her teeth open with his tongue and drawing her fragrant tongue out.

"Mmm..."

Their tongues entwined, and Song Mengtian’s eyes widened with amazement.

Meanwhile, Wu Song’s big hand continued to fondle Song Mengtian’s breast, while the other hand moved down her back to her buttocks,

feeling an immediate slickness that made him want to squeeze firmly.

As he squeezed and kneaded, Song Mengtian shivered, her buttocks instinctively wanting to clench.

Yet Wu Song’s fingers refused to concede, swiftly sliding into the groove between her buttocks.

Song Mengtian’s buttocks clenched Wu Song’s fingers, making his heart tremble, thinking that if he were to penetrate her little hole, it would surely be ecstasy.

Wu Song’s fingers moved downwards, reaching her back door, causing a tickling sensation for Song Mengtian, making her nervousness dissipate as Wu Song’s fingers ventured further down into a dense thicket.

And beneath that thicket lay a secret ravine, as his fingers reached it, it felt slick and inviting, and at the top, there was a Celestial Fragrant Green Youth. When he pinched it, Song Mengtian shuddered and began to moan.

Wu Song’s fingers immediately spread slightly, assuming a Kato Hand position, and slid down the ravine to the spring below. With just a gentle stroke, it was oily and slick.

The spring, when it had started to flow, was already streaming smoothly.

It made Wu Song’s big gun stand up instantly, yet it was still confined by his trousers. He moved his waist, nudging Song Mengtian’s small hand, signaling her to undo it.

Song Mengtian then woke up, hurriedly pulling open Wu Song’s trousers, and the big gun sprang forth, piercing towards the sky.

Song Mengtian released Wu Song’s lips, glanced down at the big gun, and let out a gasp,

Though she had anticipated it, knowing Wu Song’s tool was big.

But she hadn’t expected it to be this large.

Thinking of her little hole, Song Mengtian couldn’t help but feel a bit worried.

Yet Wu Song, at this point, didn’t care about these thoughts, he guided her head down to take it in her mouth.

Song Mengtian had no experience in this aspect.

But since Wu Song had requested it, as his girlfriend, she felt compelled to oblige.

So she knelt down, and the big gun jabbed against her face, exuding a strong masculine scent, making Song Mengtian’s heart warm, and causing her little hole to overflow with honey-like fluid.

Determinedly, Song Mengtian opened her little mouth, but the first attempt went wrong, and her teeth grazed Wu Song, making him gasp.

Song Mengtian hastily opened wider, barely managing to swallow it, her mouth suddenly filled to capacity.

With just a slight swallow, it touched her throat.

Song Mengtian couldn’t help but gag.

After all, with no experience and such a giant object, it was truly overwhelming.

Wu Song understood this, so he let Song Mengtian take a few hesitant bites, then stopped, no longer pressing her.

Phew...

Song Mengtian spat out the big gun, looking at the wet massive thing she had just taken in, feeling both nervous and flustered.

How could such a thick object fit into her little hole?

"Are you scared?" Wu Song teased, sensing her feelings.

"No, not at all," Song Mengtian lied.

"If you’re scared, it’s not too late to regret it now," Wu Song said with a smile. _{fre ewebno(v)e\l.(c)om}

Song Mengtian’s heart tightened, and she quickly shook her head, "I don’t regret it."

She wasn’t the kind of woman who feared challenges.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be a police officer.

"Well, then I’m going to do you." Wu Song smirked, pulling Song Mengtian up and pushing her onto the bed.

Song Mengtian sat up, looking at Wu Song with earnestness, "Then come on."

She was already of mature age, and due to physical issues, had never dated.

Now liberated, her problem resolved, she felt an overwhelming desire for a man,

especially for Wu Song in front of her, making her increasingly impulsive and yearning to have him, to share an intimate connection with Wu Song.

Song Mengtian proactively lay down, spreading her legs without Wu Song’s prompting, then lifted them up, revealing the mysterious prairie between her thighs, covered by a mysterious and sexy clam, with the pink valley flowing down like a woman’s vertical red lips,

awaiting a man’s conquest and fulfillment.

"Come on, fuck me." Song Mengtian bravely said, mustering her courage as she looked at Wu Song.

Wu Song laughed, noticing her basic missionary position was clearly researched for an intimate encounter.

Knowing it was her first time, and she couldn’t handle high-level positions.

Especially with Wu Song’s big gun being so fierce.

Advanced positions would surely overwhelm her.

This position was most suitable now.

Wu Song smiled as he got onto the bed, looking at Song Mengtian’s spread legs, feeling a strong impulse, that big gun hard as steel, longing to immediately plunge into Song Mengtian’s little hole.

But Wu Song knew a woman’s first time couldn’t be impulsive.

When it came to Wu Xiaohong, though he had no practical experience, he had countless theoretical knowledge in his legacy and had developed Wu Xiaohong very well, to her satisfaction.

Now faced with Song Mengtian, Wu Song naturally wasn’t impatient, so even though he felt eager and impulsive, he restrained himself, guiding the big gun to Song Mengtian’s honey hole,

not thrusting directly but exploring among the thicket, finding the Celestial Fragrance Tofu, and pressing against it to rub.

Just a few strokes made Song Mengtian moan, her eyes turning misty, her legs involuntarily squirming, wanting to clench shut, the tender little butterfly wings below trembling with the rhythm, revealing the flowing honeyed paradise...