The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian

Xue Qingyao was stunned, looking at Wu Song's hand, she smiled seductively, "Sure, let's reciprocate the courtesy."

Wu Song smiled, "Aunt Xue truly understands."

"But isn't it inappropriate here?"

Wu Song glanced around.

Especially since behind him, Song Mengtian lay on the bed, completely naked.

Exhausted from the intense climaxes Wu Song had given her, she didn't even want to move a finger.

Changing rooms would be the most appropriate.

"How about over here?"

Xue Qingyao pointed to the entrance of a guest room.

"No problem, the guest acts according to the host's wishes." Wu Song laughed.

Xue Qingyao was happy, even somewhat eager to lead the way.

The two quickly arrived at the guest room door.

Xue Qingyao opened the door, invited Wu Song in, closed the door, and gazed at Wu Song heatedly.

She seemed a bit impatient.

"Aunt Xue, should we undress together? Or take each other's clothes off?" Wu Song stared at the exquisite beauty in front of him, his crotch involuntarily excited.

Xue Qingyao saw Wu Song's bulging crotch and also showed excitement. Her small hand quickly reached over and grabbed that thick gunhead: "Let me undress you..."

After speaking, she eagerly undid Wu Song's pants.

Releasing that thick, crimson gunhead.

A strong masculine scent immediately hit Xue Qingyao's face.

Even swaying and slapping against Xue Qingyao's face.

Making Xue Qingyao let out a low moan, looking intoxicated.

That smell, that size, truly made one enamored.

"So, so powerful!"

Xue Qingyao exclaimed, looking up excitedly at Wu Song, "Can I touch it, then taste it?"

Wu Song looked at her rosy lips, "Aunt Xue already asked, if I refuse, wouldn't it disgrace Aunt Xue?"

Xue Qingyao smiled seductively, grabbing Wu Song's big gun.

That moment's thickness and heat.

Made Xue Qingyao's heart moan endlessly, so hot and thick, squeezing it felt like an iron rod,

If it were inserted into the little hole, that sensation...

Just the thought made her plump hole start to leak.

The small hand couldn't help but start stroking it.

In just a few strokes, the gunhead became even redder and hotter.

Making Xue Qingyao drool uncontrollably, swallowing, she said without lifting her head, "Can I taste it then?"

"Aunt Xue, feel free." Wu Song naturally had no objection.

As Wu Song spoke, Xue Qingyao had already opened her mouth, extending her tongue to lick the gunhead.

her moist, slippery tongue made Wu Song gasp with pleasure.

Xue Qingyao's nimble tongue worked its way around the gunhead, spinning, making Wu Song's body tremble with intense stimulation.

Xue Qingyao's oral skills were truly advanced.

"Aunt Xue, your tongue is really extraordinary." Wu Song couldn't help but praise.

Xue Qingyao chuckled with pride, taking Wu Song's big gun into her mouth, lubricating it to the extreme, like taking a bite of ice cream.

That taste, stimulating Wu Song to let out a low roar, unable to resist pushing Xue Qingyao's head, thrusting forcefully, reaching the back of her throat.

Strangely enough, Xue Qingyao didn't gag or struggle, but rather her throat trembled, squeezing and rubbing against the gunhead.

Making Wu Song shiver, almost releasing immediately.

"Damn, Aunt Xue, your oral skills are amazing!" Wu Song exclaimed, excitedly shaking his hips, the gunhead moving in Xue Qingyao's mouth.

Xue Qingyao narrowed her eyes with a smug smile, continuing to demonstrate her oral skills.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Fifteen minutes.

Half an hour.

Wu Song's big gun was still hard and hot.

But showed no signs of releasing.

Xue Qingyao got frustrated.

She had great confidence in her oral skills.

But the result?

Half an hour passed, yet Wu Song remained steady, barely twitching the barrel.

If this trend continued for another half hour, he would still be hard as iron.

Xue Qingyao got frustrated.

For the first time, she doubted her oral skills.

Ah.

Xue Qingyao spat out Wu Song's big gun, somewhat resentful yet admiring, "Why haven't you released yet?"

"Why should I release? I haven't officially entered you yet." Wu Song said calmly, withholding release was just his regular move.

Xue Qingyao was indeed inexperienced.

Hadn't tasted the good stuff.

Xue Qingyao felt a fiery heat, swallowed secretly, "Do you still want to enter me?"

Wu Song gave an evil smile, "Doesn't Aunt Xue want me to enter you?"

Xue Qingyao's cheeks flushed, eyes filled with allure, "Weren't you going to reciprocate and confirm if Aunt Xue was real?"

Wu Song squinted his eyes, "Yes, I almost forgot."

As he spoke, Wu Song reached for Xue Qingyao's crotch, "Aunt Xue, should I help you take it off?"

Xue Qingyao opened her arms, signaling Wu Song to proceed.

Wu Song stepped forward with his big gun, touching Xue Qingyao's crotch to unfasten it.

Xue Qingyao's small hand again grabbed the big gun, stroking skillfully and nimbly, waves of pleasure surging.

Setting Wu Song's heart ablaze, he pulled open Xue Qingyao's waistband, revealing black lace underwear,

Wu Song's heart skipped, then pulled further down.

The pants slipped off her buttocks, dropped to the ground.

Exposing her plump buttocks and snowy thighs.

In stark contrast to the black lace underwear.

The plump bulge between her legs was tightly wrapped by the panties, making it even more prominent, like a bulging hot bun.

Wu Song eagerly reached out, grabbed the edge of the panties, and pulled them down.

The dense black hair suddenly came into view.

No wonder her crotch was so prominently outlined by the panties.

Such dense black hair.

It was the first time Wu Song had seen it.

"Aunt Xue, your hair is so lush!" Wu Song exclaimed, looking at Xue Qingyao's armpit, surprisingly hairless, "Did you clean this up?"

Xue Qingyao smiled seductively, stroking Wu Song's big gun, touching his hair, praised, "Your hair is also very thick and lush!"

Wu Song laughed heartily, "Yes, mine is like dragon whiskers."

"Dragon whiskers? Haha!" Xue Qingyao laughed seductively, her fingers sliding down to touch two eggs, marveling, "These two are also very big!"

"Of course, without such a stockpile, how can I satisfy you, Aunt Xue?" Wu Song's fingers parted her dense black hair, touching the valley crevice, finding it all wet and sloppy from the flowing stream.

Wu Song squinted, "Come on, Aunt Xue, lie down, and let me study and confirm it carefully."

Xue Qingyao moaned coquettishly, lying down on the bed without spreading her legs, instead pressing them tightly together, adding even more temptation, making Wu Song eager to pry her legs apart.

"Aunt Xue, your skin is so nice." Wu Song caressed Xue Qingyao's thigh, her skin flowing like water, squeezing it felt plump and unwilling to let go.

Xue Qingyao closed her eyes comfortably, a trickle of moisture seeping from her small hole, moaning, "Your skin is also very nice, perhaps even more delicate than mine?"

Xue Qingyao stroked Wu Song's thigh, becoming more addicted the more she touched, his skin was too excessively good, making her envious.

Wu Song smirked evilly, "Smoothness is useless. It has to be hard."

Saying so, he pried Xue Qingyao's legs apart.