The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 79

Chapter 79: Chapter 79

Wu Song was a bit stunned.

He didn’t expect Zhang Xintong to be so hungry.

She didn’t say a word and went straight to action.

She immediately grabbed his big gun and started to rub it.

The big gun was also quite cooperative, quickly hardening, making it almost impossible for Zhang Xintong to hold it with one hand.

"Ah, so big!"

Zhang Xintong exclaimed, opening Wu Song’s pants as his big gun popped out, hitting her face. Yet, she squinted excitedly, as if she’d discovered a priceless treasure, and impatiently took it bit by bit into her mouth.

Zhang Xinran walked in and saw this scene, left speechless, angrily said, "Zhang Xintong, what are you doing? That’s mine, and you just rush in and take it? Aren’t you ashamed? Haven’t you had enough?"

Zhang Xinran shouted as she rushed over, trying to wrestle with Zhang Xintong.

Wu Song didn’t expect things to suddenly turn out this way.

He came to be the hero, rescuing the distressed damsel, so how did it become a tribute like the Golden Cudgel?

Zhang Xintong ignored Zhang Xinran’s cries, forcefully swallowing a portion of Wu Song’s big gun, then eagerly began to bob her head.

Zhang Xinran stomped in frustration: "I invited Wu Song, how could you do this, sister? Do you have no sense of propriety?"

Zhang Xintong paid no attention, continuing to suck, with her eyes becoming increasingly dreamy, as her crotch couldn’t help but tighten.

Pfft...

Zhang Xintong let it out, excitedly staring at Wu Song, her face flushed with excitement: "Where have you been these days? Why haven’t you come? You’ve made me anxious!"

Saying this, Zhang Xintong pulled Wu Song towards the room.

What could Wu Song say?

He laughed: "I’ve been handling some matters these days, besides, you didn’t text to disturb me."

Zhang Xintong said wistfully, "I’m a woman, can’t you be more proactive?"

Wu Song laughed heartily: "You have a point."

Zhang Xinran wouldn’t accept it, angrily said: "Bullshit, why can’t she be any proactive reason? I am proactive, cannot she be proactive too?"

Zhang Xintong cast Zhang Xinran a sideways glance: "How many times did you actively let Wu Song fuck you?"

Zhang Xinran snorted; "That’s my business. Why should I tell you?"

"Alright, you’re the elder sister, so today you go first?" Zhang Xintong pointed to her saliva-covered long gun.

Zhang Xinran said dismissively: "All your drool, I’m not interested."

That was exactly the effect Zhang Xintong wanted, she giggled and quickly said: "Then wait outside, Wu Song and I need to have a chat."

Zhang Xinran was annoyed, "You, you, I brought him to save you, and you do this?"

Zhang Xintong acted coy, "Good sister, please help me."

Zhang Xinran reluctantly glared at Zhang Xintong and then looked at Wu Song with a plaintive expression, gently said: "Save a bit for me."

Wu Song laughed heartily: "Don’t worry, she won’t finish it."

Only then did Zhang Xinran, somewhat dissatisfied, walk out.

Zhang Xintong instantly excitedly shut the bedroom door.

She couldn’t wait to pull down both her shorts and panties, revealing her plump cheeks, with a dark, thick bush hidden in the crevice, hiding endless mystery and temptation.

Wu Song’s big gun immediately became impossibly hard.

Zhang Xintong began to shake her hips at Wu Song, with her shorts and panties lowering to her ankles.

Her tender white legs appeared, pressing together, squeezing the pudgy abalone ever-more plump, its little hole covered by tender flesh but with sweet liquid oozing out.

Making the surrounding dark hair start to sway erratically.

Muddy yet exciting.

"Wu Song, come on, fuck me." Zhang Xintong provocatively said to Wu Song, her eyes filled with fever, her hips eagerly nudging closer.

Wu Song ceased any banter, grabbing the long gun, its tip teased her small opening, immediately slick with sweet liquid coating the whole head.

Wu Song just pressed the long gun against the little hole and pushed it in.

The lubricated tip met no resistance and slid right in.

Pushing apart tender flesh and folds, warmly-humid hot cavity wrapped Wu Song’s big gun.

The tight pressure immediately exhilarated Wu Song, making him gasp.

While Zhang Xintong also moaned in comfort, a face of contentment and pleasure.

"Ah, so comfortable, Wu Song, your big dick is so beautiful! In my dreams, I wanted to have it inside."

Zhang Xintong moaned in mesmerized delight.

Wu Song pushed deeply, the long gun sank all the way, burying as even both balls were almost inside.

"Ah..."

Zhang Xintong screamed in pleasure, her hips involuntarily twitching.

"Ah... so good, being fucked through, Wu Song, don’t go deeper, it’s already hitting the cervix!"

Zhang Xintong excitedly shouted, her hands holding Wu Song’s belly, daring not let him go further.

Yet touching the solid abs, making her intoxicated to not want to let go.

Wu Song laughed heartily: "Isn’t that even more enjoyable for you?"

Saying thus, Wu Song pulled out a bit.

Zhang Xintong exhaled, looking back coquettishly, "Your big gun is so big and long, it doesn’t have to be all inside, it can make one scream."

"Really?"

Wu Song wickedly smiled, the next moment, thrust deeply again, directly hitting the sweet spot.

"Ah..."

Zhang Xintong screamed, not only did her hips tremble, but a gush of urine spurted out.

"I’m dying, you’re going to fuck me to death!"

"Wu Song! Brother Song! I can’t hold it, I need to pee!"

"Ah..."

Zhang Xintong screamed, the urine ran down her thigh.

Wu Song chuckled wickedly, immediately speeding up, vigorously pounding.

Clap, clap, clap...

The fierce sound of flesh slapping echoed, Zhang Xintong’s butt vigorously twitched, spasming and squeezing tightly,

A steady flow of white liquid surged out fast, trickling down the little hole mixed with urine dripping on the floor.

Zhang Xintong was already unable to stand, her whole body collapsed on the bed, allowing Wu Song to recklessly pound her hips.

Moans became weakly helpless.

Pushed by another wave of Wu Song’s fierce thrusts.

Zhang Xintong uncontrollably shivered again, a flow of pee once more spilled out, simultaneously shouting to beg for mercy: "Ah, stop, I’m scared, I can’t take it anymore... Zhang Xinran, come save me!"

Zhang Xinran at the doorway, already with a moist crotch from listening in, didn’t hesitate.

Pushed the door open and rushed in.

Seeing Zhang Xinran’s pitiful state.

Couldn’t help but feel disdain: "Look at you, so spineless! Just a few minutes? You’re already scared to this whimpering mess?"

Zhang Xintong lay on the bed, not moving, weakly saying: "You’re so bold, come then! But don’t scream and beg for me to save you in a while!"

"Pssh! No need!" Zhang Xinran scoffed, began to undress her skirt.

Wu Song couldn’t wait, holding her waist, making her bend over directly, raising her hips.

Under the pink tight-fitting dress, her hips firm and round were incredibly enticing.

Wu Song’s heart burned, he directly lifted the tight dress, revealing the snow-white round butt, yet saw no trace of panties, and a look revealed the swollen abalone just covered with a palm-sized cloth piece, soaking wet...