The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian
Chapter 97

Chapter 97: Chapter 97

Wu Song burst out laughing and, with his hard rod leading the way, lunged onto Han Yuxue’s body.

Pale as jade, Han Yuxue’s seductive figure was tinted with a rosy flush of excitement, a slight sheen of fragrant sweat glistening on her skin, the delicate scent of womanhood quietly wafting up to drive anyone mad with desire.

Wu Song grabbed Han Yuxue’s snowy white thighs, gently spreading them apart, revealing the luscious treasure nestled between her long legs, now completely exposed before his eyes.

Plump and pink, like a freshly steamed white bun just out of the pot, glazed in a hint of rosy blush, a deep and sexy crease at center—a mystical Immortal’s Cave, mysterious and enchanting, overflowing with streams of sweet nectar, enough to make any man delirious with lust.

Wu Song’s heart blazed, his rod instantly swelling red and hard, the excited tip already weeping love’s syrup, merging with her nectar, coating his swollen, crimson head in their shared juices,

The tip, unable to wait another second, pressed right against the entrance of her Immortal’s Cave, the two petal-like lips gently parted, wrapping snugly around his head and guiding him in, inch by inch, deeper into the cave’s mystery.

Her sweet nectar surged forth, enveloping his thick shaft, while even more of her honey flowed down toward her backdoor and, as her tight ring fluttered, seeped slowly inside.

With one wet thrust, Wu Song buried the whole shaft deep inside her.

The tip slammed hard and straight against Han Yuxue’s floral depths.

Han Yuxue instantly let out a soft moan, her pleasure so intense her eyes could barely stay open, her snowy thighs locking firmly around Wu Song’s waist.

She refused to let go for a long while, wanting to savor this feeling of having his tip pressed deep against her heart.

It was truly indescribable—utterly addictive.

Wu Song was overwhelmed with pleasure as well, not wanting to pull out, grinding in hard, wishing he could shove his whole sack into Han Yuxue’s honeyed cunt.

The moment their bodies connected, they plunged straight into a feverish climax.

Huff... huff...

Han Yuxue gasped violently, her inner flower trembling, the pouty lips sucking hungrily at Wu Song’s crown as if it were their only desire.

Wu Song’s cockhead shuddered under the suction, almost ready to burst then and there.

After all, he’d just been double-teamed by Lin Yingying’s tight cunt, and making it to this point with his "armor intact" was a miracle by itself.

To be able to withstand Han Yuxue’s intense inner massage now was almost superhuman.

Even Han Yuxue herself was shocked.

"Oh, you’re too good, little brother. Even like this, you’re not giving in?" Han Yuxue sat up to embrace Wu Song, mashing her perky, bountiful tits against his chest.

Her soft lips brushed against Wu Song’s cheek, before taking his earlobe tenderly into her mouth.

Her scented tongue teased and caressed around his ear.

It set Wu Song’s heart pounding with desire, and his rod couldn’t help but start thrusting involuntarily.

But in this lotus-rider position, Wu Song couldn’t get much leverage from his lower back, so instead he held up Han Yuxue’s plump ass with his hands, bouncing her up and down on his shaft.

Her full, firm cheeks filled his grasp, sweet and springy, sliding as he pumped up and down, and every surge of honey flowed down his cock to drench his balls, then further down toward his back door, making Wu Song ticklish and restless, so he couldn’t help but thrust harder.

Every stroke landed with Han Yuxue’s whole body weight pressing down, the force nearly outrageous—every time the tip hammered against her floral heart with shocking intensity.

The pleasure made Wu Song’s scalp tingle, while Han Yuxue was left trembling and gasping, tightening her ass to stop herself from dropping too fast or slamming down too deep.

"Easy, little brother, slow down! Don’t be so rough—sister can’t take it much longer." Han Yuxue begged Wu Song between ragged breaths, arms wound tight around his neck, hips lifted so she wouldn’t drop too hard or take him in too deep.

Her two luscious breasts mashed and rubbed hard against Wu Song’s chest, deliciously squeezed and springy.

On the side, Lin Yingying lay bonelessly on the bed, and seeing Han Yuxue being so utterly ravished—crying and begging—she couldn’t help laughing, "Aiyo, Han Yuxue, looks like today’s your turn, huh? Barely a few strokes in and you’re already tapping out?"

Han Yuxue shot Lin Yingying a glare and pouted, "You little minx, wasn’t it you begging for mercy a minute ago?"

"Hehe... Yeah, not my problem now! I’m ashore!" Lin Yingying crowed with pride, her twin peaks shaking temptingly. She reclined on her side, watching Wu Song and Han Yuxue tangle together. Her jade legs squeezed together, sandwiching her plump pussy so it bulged invitingly, the soft fur puffing up, sexy and mysterious.

The sight made Wu Song’s rod throb even harder, thrusting into Han Yuxue and making her moan helplessly.

"Please, little brother, I beg you—come for me! Big sis can’t take anymore..."

Han Yuxue suddenly clung tight to Wu Song, arms and legs locking around him like an octopus, her pussy quivering and clenching, her inner flower heart already beginning to release streaks of Yin Essence.

Wu Song soaked up her rich Yin Essence and finally let loose, blasting a searing gush of his seed deep inside her, so hot and thick Han Yuxue trembled all over, moaning and crying out in ecstasy.

The sight made Lin Yingying’s thighs clamp together on reflex, one hand caressing her own breast.

Her eyes grew hazy with longing.

Wu Song and Han Yuxue at last finished their eruption—Yin and Yang exchanged, your Yin Essence for my Yang Qi, both stronger and fuller for it.

A beautiful cycle had formed.

Wu Song sighed in complete satisfaction, hands massaging Han Yuxue’s round, supple ass.

Han Yuxue too was left limp with pleasure, melting bonelessly in Wu Song’s arms.

She didn’t want Wu Song to pull out, still holding his big cock snuggled inside her, savoring the afterglow.

Wu Song didn’t want to pull out either—such a warm, wet, snug pussy simply felt too good.

A man’s thing deserves to be tucked inside a woman’s pussy—that’s its real home.

That’s exactly where Wu Song and Han Yuxue found themselves now.

They’d found their home, the most blissful state possible.

But now Lin Yingying was getting restless.

Watching their exchange made her itch with longing, her pussy grew restless too, oozing fresh honey.

But there was no big cock to fill the emptiness.

That longing and hollowness—there were just no words for it.

Especially with such a "delicacy" as Wu Song right before her eyes, yet she couldn’t get a taste.

Though she’d just been stuffed to her fill a minute ago.

But who could ever get enough?

Desire came flooding back again.

Lin Yingying cupped her breast with one hand, the other sliding between her legs, searching through those soft curls for her tender Celestial Fragrance Tofu. Once she found it, she started gently rubbing,

and in just a few strokes, her breathing grew thick, her whole body shuddering, the emptiness and ache inside only getting worse.

Her thighs squeezed tight around her hand as she began to moan softly.

Wu Song and Han Yuxue were both lost in their afterglow when Lin Yingying’s moans caught their ears, and they instinctively turned to look—

and saw Lin Yingying’s cheeks flushed, her little hand working her own pussy.

Han Yuxue giggled and teased, "Aiyo, my sweet sister, what are you doing over there? Why are you fingering yourself?"

Lin Yingying shot Han Yuxue a sultry look, her gaze hazy, "You’re stuffed and sated, but your baby sister is still starving here!"

"Still hungry? Didn’t you just eat your fill? Your pussy’s all swollen, you know." Han Yuxue said with a laugh.

"Swollen where?" Lin Yingying huffed, parting her legs wide for Wu Song, her plump pink pussy splayed open for him to see.