The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 87

Chapter 87: Chapter 87

Wu Song instantly drew in a sharp breath.

Fortunately, at this moment, they were in Han Yuxue’s office.

No outsiders could see what they were up to, so Wu Song became bolder.

His hand slipped right into the slit of her qipao, tracing the edge of her panties, then pinched and tore them off.

He yanked them down to her knees, letting them hang on her snowy thighs—unspeakably sexy and tempting.

Wu Song’s spear immediately hardened, stiff as a rod.

Han Yuxue’s delicate hands trembled with excitement.

She grabbed at Wu Song’s boxers and yanked them down.

The thick, sturdy spear instantly bounced free, quivering before Han Yuxue’s eyes, its tip already glistening with drops of clear essence.

Han Yuxue’s eyes glowed hot; she quickly lowered her head and engulfed him, her fragrant tongue wrapping around his tip to savor it, drinking every last drop of his leaked essence.

Then she began a careful, twining caress with her mouth.

Her movements were nimble and subtle.

There wasn’t a hint of teeth—

It was like a warm, wet, soft little cave.

The pleasure made Wu Song gasp repeatedly.

Meanwhile, Wu Song’s fingers found their way between her thighs, tracing the juicy, plump abalone, where trickles of honey already leaked out.

Moistening the two Taohua petals, the entrance to her cave trembled along, that little mouth eager to be filled.

Wu Song let his fingers slip along those petals, drilling inside.

At once, he was engulfed by warm, slick silk; the lively little cave trembled beneath his touch, eager to swallow his fingers whole.

Though Wu Song had expected this, he still couldn’t help a gasp of amazement.

Han Yuxue truly had extraordinary natural gifts.

No wonder she came from such a legacy.

Wu Song and Han Yuxue, one using mouth, one with her Kato Hand, drove each other wild with need.

Wu Song used his other hand to slowly undo the qipao’s clasps; the qipao slipped away.

Her snowy-white neck and fragrant shoulders came into view, dazzling like fine jade. Two round, perky breasts leapt out next, shaped by a sexy bra, white as milk, pressed together to form a deep, alluring cleavage. A faint milky fragrance drifted from them, making him want to tear that bra aside and bury his face between her breasts, tasting her to the fullest.

Wu Song’s heart burned as he pushed aside the bra and grabbed one breast, taking it in his mouth.

The luscious breast was almost too full for one hand to grasp; the pink tip was stiff in Wu Song’s mouth.

At this point, her qipao hit the floor.

And with it, her panties fell as well.

Her flawless, jade-white body was exposed to his greedy eyes.

Below those plump breasts, her belly was slightly full, only adding to her sensuality.

Her lower belly was pure and smooth as jade, not a trace of hair—her plump, pink abalone was on full display, a sight so alluring it took his breath away.

Wu Song couldn’t tear his eyes away.

Han Yuxue smiled coquettishly, "Do you like what you see?"

Wu Song nodded, sincerely praising, "It’s gorgeous—an absolute treasure!"

Han Yuxue giggled with delight, stroking Wu Song’s spear, "You, too, are an earthly treasure."

Wu Song caressed Han Yuxue’s honeyed cave, abalone, and smiled, "How about we sample each other?"

Such a beautiful abalone—it was the first time Wu Song had seen anything like it.

It truly made his mouth water.

Han Yuxue tittered, "If you’re up for it, big sister sure is!"

"You’ve let me taste you—I want to know what you taste like, sis." Wu Song nodded, eyeing Han Yuxue’s abalone with excitement; it really was pink and exquisite, like the freshest abalone. _{fr.e ewe.bno.vel .com}

Not taking a bite would be a waste of god’s gift.

Wu Song peeled off his boxers.

The two of them moved to the suite’s lounge, where her rest bed awaited.

Han Yuxue always took a break here when tired.

The bed was full of Han Yuxue’s scent.

Wu Song lay down; Han Yuxue crawled atop him, grasped his big spear, and fed it into her little mouth.

And her pink, luscious abalone was right in Wu Song’s face.

At such close range, it truly was as entrancing as a flower’s core.

Sweet nectar oozed out in delicate streams.

Wu Song gave it a lick, instantly wetting his tongue, catching a delicate flavor—salty, but with a fresh undertone—truly the rarest and sweetest abalone.

Wu Song’s tongue became a lively serpent, slithering around to probe and enter, drawing those petals into his mouth and sucking gently. Han Yuxue began to moan, her buttocks squeezing together, her little cave tightening to almost clamp down on Wu Song’s tongue.

Wu Song couldn’t help but exclaim to himself, what an exquisite taste.

He parted the plump cheeks to reveal a rosy little chrysanthemum above her cave, puckering with every movement—so tight it made his spear throb, made him want to try shoving inside and feel that ring’s tightness.

The two of them feasted on each other for a while.

Everything was already falling into place.

Wu Song sat up.

Han Yuxue lay down, but kept her legs together—she didn’t part them.

She wanted Wu Song to grasp her ankles, slowly prying her legs apart, revealing her abalone and cave in a ritualistic way.

It gave Wu Song a profound sense of accomplishment.

After all, being able to spread a woman like this apart—it’s a conquest every man dreams of.

And Wu Song was beyond excited, drunk on the thrill of domination.

After prying Han Yuxue’s legs apart, he pressed them up onto his shoulders.

His thick Cyan Dragon Spear jabbed straight at that swollen, meaty cave opening; honey gushed out in glistening rivulets, expressing all its hunger for his spear.

Wu Song pressed the tip right up to her entrance, rubbing along the rim; it was instantly slickened, and the pink, blossoming cave fluttered, the petals folding protectively over her entrance.

Wu Song’s heart fluttered; he thrust forward, pushing his tip inside. Instantly, warm, tender folds wrapped around him, and that lively little cave squeezed him tight, sending a tremor up Wu Song’s shaft.

"Fuck, sis, your little cave is so damn perfect—I’m about to lose all control!" Wu Song growled, unable to hold back his emotions.

Han Yuxue smiled seductively: "Really? Your big spear nearly split me open—I’ve barely managed to endure it!"

Wu Song laughed, truly feeling they’d met their match, the perfect pairing.

There was no more holding back; Wu Song dropped his hips and mounted firmly, driving the Cyan Dragon Spear deep into Han Yuxue’s little cave.

The outer abalone and cave were stretched wide, opening to an exaggerated degree.

Streams of honey were squeezed out, slickening Wu Song’s spear, giving him all the lubrication he needed to thrust in and out.

Wu Song sprawled atop Han Yuxue, gazing down at her beautiful face, grinning, "Sis, how about a kiss?"

Wu Song said this while his hips began to move in slow strokes.

His big spear began to thrust in and out of her cave.

Pleasure rushed up in wild surges, like unstoppable tides.

Wu Song couldn’t help gasping and shuddering with bliss.

Han Yuxue didn’t answer his question, but instead wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

Her fragrant tongue danced nimbly over his lips, then pried his teeth open to entwine with his tongue.

A sweet hint of her flavor slipped from her little mouth into Wu Song’s own.

The luscious taste made Wu Song’s spear swell even harder, plunging deep into Han Yuxue’s tight pink slit.