The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 72

Chapter 72: Chapter 72

"You..."

Wang Damei’s face changed dramatically, and she grabbed Wu Song’s hand, somewhat flustered, saying, "How could you? You and me, and you with her... you, you..."

Wang Damei didn’t know what to say for a moment.

Wu Song continued to massage Wang Damei’s voluptuous breasts and said softly, "You’ve had your pleasure, don’t you want your daughter to have hers too? Besides, you and I have a secret affair, but we can’t be together publicly. You can’t be with me. Isn’t it more fitting that I’m with your daughter?"

"You’re being ridiculous. Aren’t you involved with Wu Xiaohong? Aren’t you supposed to be Sun Taoxiang’s son-in-law?" Wang Damei said with a trembling voice. Wu Song’s fingers seemed to have a magical touch; just a little kneading made her quiver with excitement, honey flowing.

The thought of having Wu Song inside her arose in her mind.

It had also been two days since they last did it, and she was craving it.

"What are you talking about? Little Hong and I grew up like brother and sister, and Aunt Taoxiang never mentioned anything about me being her son-in-law." Wu Song shamelessly said.

"You really aren’t involved with her? I see Wu Xiaohong treats you differently." Wang Damei panted, her body unconsciously leaning towards Wu Song.

Wu Song’s other hand reached between Wang Damei’s legs, instantly feeling a furry patch, with a damp groove in the middle.

"Oh, no." Wang Damei shuddered, quickly clamping Wu Song’s hand to prevent him from touching recklessly.

Wu Song wouldn’t obediently let go. Instead of releasing, he pressed harder, his fingers sinking into the sticky crevice.

"Oh."

Wang Damei was startled, hurriedly creating distance, avoiding Wu Song’s fingers, yet her eyes were already beginning to water. She chided, "You should go back now, it’s late at night. I’m going to sleep."

Wu Song grabbed Wang Damei’s plump behind, "Why? Can you sleep without me, Auntie?"

Wang Damei felt warm inside. The past few days after having Wu Song, she was truly lonely every night, just enough to see Wu Dalin.

She just wanted Wu Song’s big tool inside her.

But today, Wu Dalin and Wu Yuling were home, so she could only endure.

Wu Song didn’t let go, squeezing Wang Damei’s buttocks and smoothly reached the crevice, touching the sticky gap again. Wang Damei moaned softly, her legs weakened slightly, slowing her escape attempts.

"Wu Song, don’t do this, someone might see. Dalin and Lingling are home." Wang Damei weakly reminded Wu Song.

"So what if they’re home? Does it mean it can’t happen? Besides, this is the front door, it’s pitch black, who can see?" Wu Song said, suddenly pulling off Wang Damei’s sleep pants, revealing her snow-white big butt.

Wang Damei gasped, needing to dodge away.

Wu Song pulled down his shorts, his big tool immediately jumped out, directly hitting Wang Damei’s plump behind.

Wang Damei felt like she was electrocuted, her legs softened, no longer dodging, letting the big tool press against the groove, rubbing to the sticky crevice.

Wang Damei’s heart suddenly burned, her butt instinctively lifted slightly, exposing her entrance. Wu Song’s toolhead immediately found it, under a thrust, it got covered in sticky fluid, very lubricated, without any words, it directly thrust inside.

"Oh..."

Wang Damei let out a low exclamation.

She felt the big tool thrust deeply into her, instantly filling her up, making her almost want to moan.

Wu Song felt the warm, moist heat inside the small cavity, the clenching around his tool made it tremble, unable to resist starting to thrust.

In just a few moments, Wang Damei was breathing rapidly, her butt trembling, streams of white fluid overflowing.

Sticky enough to make Wu Song’s thrusts smoother.

Grabbing Wang Damei’s plump behind, he initiated a violent mode. _{f\ree webn ovel(.)com}

After all, the situation was urgent, a quick resolution was necessary.

Thud thud thud...

Wu Song thrashed vigorously, pounding Wang Damei’s butt until it almost bloomed.

Wang Damei also knew the urgency, so she directly stuck up her butt, forcefully pushing against Wu Song’s thrusts, much more enduring than Wu Yuling.

Making Wu Song enjoy it and letting loose.

Ruthlessly crashing forward without restraint.

Wang Damei was so pleased she shook her head, her hands tightly gripping her knees and thighs, preventing herself from crying out.

But the feeling inside the small cavity was too intense, like a tide rushing in.

Every thrust of that big tool made her heart shiver, honey flowing.

No time to wait or adapt, the feeling surged and exploded.

Making her bite her lip tightly but couldn’t resist a soft moan.

"Mm mm..."

As her moans escaped, a layer of fine sweat formed on her back and butt.

Seeing she was about to reach the peak.

Suddenly a voice from the courtyard, Wu Yuling called out, "Mom, get me a towel to scrub my back."

"Ah... oh, okay. Wait for me a moment, I, I need to use the bathroom." Wang Damei instinctively responded, but it sounded more like a moan.

Fortunately, Wu Yuling was bathing and didn’t hear the commotion outside clearly, nor noticed anything unusual about Wang Damei.

Wang Damei was trembling with fear, suddenly covered in fine sweat, her small cavity shivering, streams of warm fluid flowing out, overflowing.

Splash splash splash...

Wu Song’s thrusting made the sound of water splashing.

"Mm hmm, ah..."

Suddenly Wang Damei’s whole body froze, her butt pressing firmly against Wu Song’s pubic bone, her small cavity clamping intensely.

Wu Song gasped, his toolhead almost squeezed to release.

A forceful thrust, pressing tightly against that sensitive spot, remained unmoving for a long time.

Wang Damei shivered almost to the point of peeing, letting out a contented sigh, her body going limp, hardly able to stand.

Her eyes looked back at Wu Song, dazed and enveloped in mist, completely intoxicated.

Wu Song gave a few more thrusts, chuckled, "How about it? Was it good? Did you enjoy it?"

Wang Damei flirtatiously glared at Wu Song without answering, instead urging, "You better hurry up, Lingling is waiting for me to scrub her back. You wore me out, sigh."

"Why? Blaming me? Then should I go scrub her back?" Wu Song slapped Wang Damei’s plump behind, jokingly said.

Wang Damei’s expression changed, hurriedly waving, "No, no, I’ll, I’ll scrub myself."

"Then tell me, was it good just now?" Wu Song thrust deeply again.

Wang Damei’s butt clenched, gripping him, hurriedly said, "Oh no, don’t do it, I really have to go."

Wang Damei said, twisting her butt, trying to pull out.

But Wu Song squinted his eyes, held her waist, thrust forcefully inside again, asking, "Was it good?"

Wang Damei’s face turned red, embarrassed, helplessly glared at Wu Song, gritting her teeth, softly said, "It was good, okay? Now let me out!"

Wu Song was about to pull out, when another call came from the yard, "Mom, what’s the matter? Why aren’t you coming?"

As she shouted, she moved towards the door.

Wang Damei was suddenly too scared to move.