The Harem of A Rustic Veterinarian

Holy shit.

Wu Song let out a gratifying low growl.

He looked down in amazement at Xue Qingyao.

Aunt Xue is really talented.

Seeing Wu Song excited and thrilled like this, Xue Qingyao proudly continued to quiver her throat.

Wu Song felt so good that he almost felt like taking flight.

Once the True Qi was exhausted and she couldn't take it anymore, she signaled Wu Song to pull out quickly.

Wu Song felt a bit dejected, not wanting to pull out, but he knew he had to, so he did.

"Huff huff..."

Xue Qingyao immediately began to pant heavily.

The persistence just now, even with True Qi support, had taken a significant toll on her body.

Wu Song praised, "Aunt Xue, you're amazing."

After catching her breath, Xue Qingyao glanced at him proudly, "Does applying the ointment for Aunt Xue feel good?"

Wu Song chuckled, "Feels good, really good!"

"Then will you apply the ointment for me?" Xue Qingyao smiled as she sat on the bed.

"Sure."

Wu Song nodded,

Xue Qingyao then lay down coyly, glancing at Wu Song: "Will you undress me?"

Wu Song certainly had no problem with that.

He walked over and pulled up Xue Qingyao's skirt.

But revealed a pair of black stockings wrapped around her slender legs, black and smooth.

Extremely sexy.

Wu Song's great spear instantly hardened like a rod.

He lifted her leg, felt around the edge of the stockings, which was at the leg root, near the panty line.

The bulge almost covered it.

Wu Song leaned down, grabbed the edge of the stockings, and gradually peeled them off like peeling an onion, revealing the tender white thighs.

But after peeling them off, Wu Song was stunned.

The scar was under the panties, having nothing to do with the stockings.

Why did he remove the stockings?

Wu Song glanced at Xue Qingyao.

Xue Qingyao giggled, seemingly noticing Wu Song's confusion, but she didn't stop him.

Wu Song chuckled, not saying anything.

After removing the stockings, he looked at the snow-white jade-like thighs, feeling a strong itch in his heart.

Wu Song resisted the urge, pinched the edge of the panties, and asked, "Should I take it off?"

Xue Qingyao laughed and said, "You're the doctor, I'll listen to you."

Wu Song smirked, pinched the edge of the panties, and slowly started to take them off.

Xue Qingyao cooperatively lifted her hips to make it easy for Wu Song to remove them.

As the panties came off a bit, a patch of black hair was revealed.

Thick and shiny.

Wu Song's heart fluttered.

He peeled the panties down.

Unveiling a mysterious peach land.

Already trickling with stream.

Wu Song's heart tightened as he hurriedly averted his eyes, refraining from staring, because Song Mengtian was still waiting over there, making any noise that she might hear would be inappropriate.

Wu Song parted the dense bushes and saw a scar that wasn't very obvious.

He dug out a bit of ointment and gently applied it.

"Oh, that feels good."

Xue Qingyao suddenly moaned softly.

Making Wu Song's fingers falter, almost slipping to another spot.

Fortunately, Wu Song was now quite experienced.

He had quite some resistance to such intoxicating beauty.

So he took a deep breath, pretending not to see the flowing honey, and continued to apply the ointment.

Very soon, the application was finished.

But Wu Song's fingers did not immediately leave; instead, they continued applying the ointment in the bushes.

His fingers wavered deeper into the bushes, reaching the edge of the valley.

Xue Qingyao squinted her eyes.

Watching Wu Song's fingers cause mischief.

She didn't stop him.

Instead, she squinted happily, allowing Wu Song to misbehave.

Wu Song's fingers slowly rubbed to the edge of the valley, touching the hidden grain.

Xue Qingyao immediately let out a low moan.

Her legs subconsciously squeezed once.

After all, this position is one of the most sensitive spots for women.

Just a slight touch can make a woman pant lightly, breathe heavily.

Xue Qingyao was no exception.

She was also made uncomfortable by Wu Song's touch.

A numbing sensation blossomed from the core.

Flowing throughout the body.

"Mm-hmm, is this how you apply ointment for someone?" Xue Qingyao teased, looking at Wu Song.

Wu Song, with his fingers manipulating, laughed, "Doesn't this way of applying feel good?"

"It feels great, makes one itch tremendously." Xue Qingyao smiled coquettishly, suddenly lifted her leg and pressed her foot into Wu Song's crotch, onto the elevated spearhead.

The spearhead was immediately suppressed, nodding slightly, but a numbing sensation flowed through.

The next moment, with a bit of force, the spearhead immediately lifted, making the foot wobble.

Xue Qingyao felt a warm rush in her heart, thinking that this great spear was truly impressive.

It could actually lift her foot.

Wu Song squinted at Xue Qingyao.

Feeling rather proud.

Xue Qingyao's heart fluttered, and her foot started to rub against Wu Song's spearhead.

Waves of pleasure blossomed from the spearhead.

Wu Song held his breath.

While his finger brushing the grain was also speeding up.

But the pressure was not too much.

Too much pressure after all would hurt.

So this pressure was quite exquisite.

Neither making Xue Qingyao feel pain nor experiencing extreme pleasure, that electric-like surge, like tidal waves, bombarded Xue Qingyao's core.

Making her core's honey flow even more freely.

Her other uncomfortable leg kept squeezing the crotch, trying to console itself.

Wu Song's finger played with the grain, bit by bit slipping into the groove within.

It was immediately warm and moist.

"Ah..."

Xue Qingyao suddenly moaned softly, her legs uncontrollably clamping onto Wu Song's finger, also lacking the force to rub on Wu Song's spearhead.

She urgently stared at Wu Song: "Can you hurry up and enter me?"

Xue Qingyao stared at Wu Song with fiery eyes, already impatient.

Wu Song was also made uncomfortable, wanting to erupt.

But Song Mengtian might come over at any time.

If he went in...

Then he could just pull out when Song Mengtian comes over, no problem.

So, Wu Song lifted Xue Qingyao's skirt, holding her legs, pulled them to the bed's edge.

This way, without taking off clothes, just lifting the skirt to do it, pulling out, and covering up would be easy.

Xue Qingyao wouldn't even need to put on panties.

Wu Song positioned the great spear against Xue Qingyao's plump clam.

Xue Qingyao eagerly stared at Wu Song, her eyes full of desire.

Her heart was also blazing.

Seeing Wu Song only pressing against the spot, not entering immediately.

She was itching intensely inside.

Involuntarily moving her waist, urging Wu Song to hurry in.

Wu Song was no longer in a hurry, the great spear rubbing against the clam, causing streams of honey to be drawn out.

"Oh, you're so naughty, hurry up and come in." Xue Qingyao urgently urged Wu Song.

Wu Song no longer delayed, just in case Song Mengtian really came.

The lower back pressed in, and the spearhead immediately penetrated, entering a warm and wet area.

Sighing with pleasure, Wu Song couldn't help but thrust deeply.

Xue Qingyao moaned, her eyes rolling back from comfort, her legs instantly coiled around Wu Song's lower back, grinding and accommodating firmly.

"Oh, it feels so good. Too good!" cried Xue Qingyao, her hands habitually squeezing her own breasts.