The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 58

Chapter 58: Chapter 58

"No, don’t do this... Your Aunt Hua could come back any minute." Sun Taoxiang struggled to stop Wu Song.

But her resistance was weak, hardly effective.

Instead, it became a case of wanting to resist but welcoming him at the same time.

Wu Song didn’t stop—instead, he got even bolder.

His hand slipped straight up under her hem, pushed aside her bra, and grabbed a breast—instantly filling his palm with that soft, slippery, addictive flesh.

Wu Song kneaded and kissed, making Sun Taoxiang gasp for breath; he had to let go of her mouth. But as he did, he took the chance to pull her top up, making that snowy white breast bounce out, its acacia-red bean tip radiating intense allure. Without hesitation, Wu Song swallowed it whole.

"Ah..."

Sun Taoxiang shuddered right away, as a current shot from her acacia red bean through her whole body.

It surged down to her lower belly—her little pussy clenched, and a trickle of honey leaked out, making her even more panicked.

She grabbed Wu Song’s hair, trying to yank his head away, but the sensation was so intoxicating her strength faded—instead of pushing Wu Song away, her fingers tangled gently in his hair, caressing softly.

Wu Song’s hand wrapped around Sun Taoxiang’s willow waist, sliding down her slick skin into her waistband, pushing open her tight panties, grabbing a handful of her plump, fantastically perky ass.

His palm instantly filled with slippery, springy flesh—he couldn’t help kneading harder.

The kneading made Sun Taoxiang moan softly, her butt cheeks clenching tight.

But Wu Song’s fingers pushed into her ass crack, instantly trapped by her firm flesh, his fingers unable to move.

"Stop, Wu Song, your Aunt Hua could come back any minute." Sun Taoxiang trapped Wu Song’s fingers between her plump buttocks, refusing to let him go further.

But Wu Song was in no mood to let such a chance slip.

He kept sucking on Sun Taoxiang’s breast. That hand, taking advantage, pushed deeper—right to Sun Taoxiang’s back hole.

"Oh—!"

Sun Taoxiang’s cheeks flushed deep red with shame, twisting her plump ass to keep Wu Song from groping her there.

But Wu Song’s fingers deftly slipped south, plunging into a warm, damp, dripping wet little pussy.

"Ah..."

Sun Taoxiang let out a helpless moan, her whole body going stiff. She struggled in earnest, "Don’t, we can’t keep going—your Aunt Hua’s about to come back!"

"Auntie, you’re soaking wet already, why fight yourself?" Wu Song seduced Sun Taoxiang, letting go of her breast and trailing his hand to her waistband.

He started to unbutton her pants.

Sun Taoxiang panicked, grabbing Wu Song’s hand—if it was just a bit of groping and petting, she could still accept it.

But if he took her pants off and fucked her, right here in this place—she definitely couldn’t accept that.

But Wu Song was like an arrow already nocked—he’d been looking forward to Sun Taoxiang for too long, desperate to fuck her, with no luck catching a chance until now.

Today, opportunity knocked—Wu Song wasn’t about to let go.

Wu Song grabbed Sun Taoxiang’s waistband and yanked down hard.

Sun Taoxiang tried to hold her pants up.

But how could her strength compare to Wu Song’s?

Her pants were yanked halfway down in one fierce tug,

panties and all pulled down partway.

Her big, milky-white ass came spilling out, deep crack and all,

making anyone’s breath quicken and cocks instantly go rock-hard.

He was itching to thrust into Sun Taoxiang.

Sun Taoxiang was in a mess of panic, frantically grabbing her waistband, her other hand instinctively covering her crotch.

She pleaded at Wu Song, "No, Wu Song, let’s go back—let you... okay?"

She still couldn’t say the words "fuck" or "do it," not even "do it"—she was embarrassed even to go that far.

Wu Song grabbed Sun Taoxiang’s hand, guiding her to feel his rolling pin.

Sun Taoxiang shook her head, refusing—as she already knew too well how big Wu Song was.

No need to touch to know what he was packing inside.

And now, Wu Song was raging hard, a tent pitched so high it told her everything she needed to know.

And she herself, her panties soaked, pussy leaking wetness.

She couldn’t possibly let Wu Song see that.

But suddenly, Wu Song’s hand slipped in like a snake, sliding under Sun Taoxiang’s panties into her thick patch of bush, his whole palm coming out sticky wet, like plunging into a swamp.

His fingers, devilishly nimble, probed along the folds to the springhead; instantly a surge of nectar welled up, soaking Wu Song’s hand. His finger plunged in, like an eel burrowing deep.

Instantly, his finger was gripped by slippery, quivering tightness.

Just one finger, and the squeezing was obvious.

How tight her pussy was, you could imagine.

Wu Song couldn’t help marveling—this was truly a gift from the gods.

No wonder Sun Taohua always sang her praises—

even with some jealousy.

Wu Song’s finger started to thrust in and out.

Sun Taohua shivered, instantly grabbing Wu Song’s hand to hold him still. She pleaded, "No, Wu Song..."

But her peach blossom eyes were fogged over with lust, tears shining; she was clearly swept up in desire, only reason holding her back from giving in.

Wu Song couldn’t hold back any longer—he latched onto Sun Taoxiang’s breast and started devouring her again.

Just a few sucks, and Sun Taoxiang was barely able to hold it together, her grip on Wu Song’s hand weakening further,

while Wu Song’s finger worked skillfully, drilling in like an eel, like a loach burrowing a hole.

Soon, a moist squelching sound filled the air.

Like an ox plowing a field, or a cat lapping cream.

Wu Song’s heart was burning with desire.

He grabbed Sun Taoxiang’s pants and panties together, tugging them all the way down.

Her creamy, plump ass blossomed in full view, both cheeks quivering around the deep crack, and below, that lush patch of hair-crowned pink valley—

Wu Song’s finger was still thrust deep in her spring, coaxing yet more juice out, all clinging warm and wet to his finger.

Wu Song gulped hard, unable to resist any longer. He pulled out his finger, trailing strings of fluid, smearing them all over his flushed cockhead.

His spear now looked even more battle-ready, fierce and menacing.

Sun Taoxiang saw that thick, fierce, dragon-like spear, her heart pounding—she knew how tight her own little pussy was.

Even with cucumbers to comfort herself, she would always pick out the slimmest ones—too thick and she couldn’t get them in at all.

Most of the time, a single finger was all it took to finish herself off.

Now seeing Wu Song’s donkey-cock, thick as a forearm, her face blanched with nerves.

Then Wu Song, after moistening up his cockhead, pressed it against her pussy, pushing aside the thatch and nestling into the dripping valley. The head slid in like a loach, tracing in Sun Taoxiang’s crevice, soon finding the opening.

The wet entrance, the soft lips like butterfly wings, instantly gripped Wu Song’s cockhead, making it slipperier and even more terrifying.

"Aunt Taoxiang, I’m coming in." Wu Song growled low, warning Sun Taoxiang as he shoved in—the cockhead busting through soft folds, spearing straight inside, and instantly squeezed tight, the pressure so intense he thought he’d explode on the spot.

"Fuck!"

Wu Song gasped, barely stopping himself from cumming right there and then.