No man could accept such a thing.
But Wu Dalin did.
Anyway, in the past decade, he hadn’t even touched Wang Dai’s ass.
If he couldn’t do it, then let soone else do it and save ten thousand yuan.
An absolute steal.
Huang Heihu was instantly excited, imdiately throwing his arm around Wu Dalin like they were brothers, growing even more intimate.
The few of them continued eating and drinking.
Wang Dai nonchalantly walked out of the house.
She looked around carefully for anyone noticing, and slyly sneaked into Wu Song’s house.
Wu Song had just sent Wu Xiaohong ho and was about to gather his things to go to the neighboring village to treat the chickens.
The family raised chickens, and when they got sick, they called Wu Song over.
But just then, he saw Wang Dai sneak in suspiciously.
Wu Song laughed slyly: "What is it? Aunt Dai, feeling itchy down there?"
Wang Dai blushed and cursed, "Nothing good ever cos from your mouth, I’ve got sothing serious to discuss."
"What’s so serious? Need to plow your field?" Wu Song glanced at Wang Dai, who, having been nourished by him, was becoming more and more radiant and fair-skinned. At first glance, she looked just like Wu Yuling’s sister.
"Bah, I’m asking you, about you filming Wu Dalin and posting it in the group, was that you? Especially this morning’s video," Wang Dai asked anxiously.
"If you’re itchy down there, just say it. Don’t bring such irrelevant questions." Wu Song said as he moved closer to Wang Dai, one hand grabbing her breast while the other found its way to her ass.
Wang Dai hurriedly pushed Wu Song’s hand away, scolding: "Wu Dalin’s gotten so guys to deal with you, if it was you, just admit it. I can make him call off his people. Otherwise, they’ll co over and ss you up, and it’ll be too late to admit then."
Wu Song hesitated for a mont, then continued moving his hand to Wang Dai’s crotch, finding the soft bulge and began to massage.
Wang Dai squinted her eyes, quickly pushing Wu Song’s hand aside, breathless and angry: "Did you hear what I said?"
"Yeah, I heard. So what?" Wu Song didn’t care. He was terrifyingly strong now, not only could he have endless stamina with won, but doing n was no problem either.
In the heritage, there wasn’t just dual cultivation techniques, but also thods to treat birds and beasts, even ways to treat humans, with martial arts being just one aspect.
So Wu Song wasn’t worried about Wu Dalin getting people to co after him.
But Wang Dai was worried.
She pushed Wu Song’s hand continuing to touch her breast aside, angrily saying: "Do you think I’m lying to you?"
"Of course you’re not lying to . Aunt cares for from the heart." Wu Song said as he lifted Wang Dai’s top, revealing two trembling big breasts, held up by her bra, appearing all the more voluptuous,
Wu Song nonchalantly released one, lowering his head and biting it.
"Stop ssing around, they’re really drinking at my house and could co over to deal with you any minute." Wang Dai moaned, her breath rapid, her arousal rising, yet unwilling to let Wu Song stop, she even grabbed his hair, pushing her breast further into his mouth.
"Let them co, what’s there to be afraid of." Wu Song was indifferent, continuing on.
Wang Dai’s whole body went limp from it, her crotch started getting wet, yet she was still worried: "You’re really not afraid? That’s Black Tiger and Brother Tiger."
"Don’t ntion Brother Tiger, even if a real tiger ca, I’d handle it all the sa." Wu Song said carelessly, his hand delving into Wang Dai’s waistband, touching her ass crack, finding it sticky and wet; Wang Dai was already this damp.
Wu Song’s heart fluttered as he pulled Wang Dai towards the room.
Wang Dai panicked, struggling: "Don’t do this, they could show up any ti, we can’t do this."
But Wu Song paid no mind to her protests, grabbing Wang Dai and bringing her into his room, pinning her against the door, pulling down her pants in the next mont, exposing a plump, snow-white bottom,
smacking it with a slap, Wu Song commanded: "Arch your back."
Wang Dai, frantic, pleaded: "Don’t, they’re really going to co..."
But she obediently arched her back, revealing her plump vulva, the dense bush already dampened by her oozing wetness.
Just making it convenient for Wu Song to enter.
So Wu Song lowered his own pants, releasing his vigorous rod and, without question, pushed it into Wang Dai’s warm entrance.
"Ah ah..."
Wang Dai cried out as he hit ho.
Her buttocks clenched imdiately, not daring to stick out.
It was really too thick and long; even arching it would reach deep inside.
"Stop poking, it’s too deep!" Wang Dai warned Wu Song as her butt tightened.
Wu Song didn’t care about such things, just thrusting.
Pinning Wang Dai’s rear, he relentlessly thrust, until Wang Dai’s legs went weak with her screaming, her crotch a muddy ss, her juices mixing with Wu Song’s shaft, until she started rolling her eyes.
Wu Song didn’t stop then.
Until the door was kicked open by Wu Dalin and Huang Heihu, Wu Song finally halted, the rattling door finally calming down.
And Wang Dai, having been pounded into dizziness, was nearly slumped against the door.
But she finally breathed a sigh of relief, having climaxed twice already, with Wu Song still thrusting, a third was imminent, yet he stopped, leaving her looking at him questioningly, secretly thinking this beast finally couldn’t continue.
Smack...
Wu Song pulled out, a wet, sliding sound echoing.
The whole length of his hot, steaming mber sprung in the air, emitting a deadly aura.
"Mmm..."
Wang Dai moaned out of instinct, feeling empty both in body and soul, her body slipping down involuntarily, glancing over her shoulder, catching sight of Wu Song’s ominous spear, heart aflutter, hurriedly averting her gaze.
But she was puzzled, Wu Song clearly hadn’t climaxed, so why stop?
Soon after, she heard shouting from outside: "Wu Song, get out here!"
Wang Dai jolted awake, murmuring: "Wu Dalin and his lot are here!"
Scared, she bit back her fatigue, hurriedly pulling herself up, trying to pull up her pants, but her fingers were weak, failing to do so after several attempts.
Wu Song, however, grabbed her by the butt, moving her to the side of the table, whispering: "Hide well."
Then he pulled up his pants, opened the door, and walked out.
"Wu Song, you bastard, what were you doing in there all this ti!" Wu Dalin angrily shouted at Wu Song.
"Nailing your wife!" Wu Song straightforwardly admitted, unperturbed.
Inside, Wang Dai’s face went pale with panic.
Though addicted to Wu Song, despising Wu Dalin, she didn’t want to be caught in the act in front of others.
But Wu Dalin clearly didn’t believe him, thinking Wu Song was insulting him.
Angrily: "Wu Song, do you really think I can’t kill you?"
Wu Song scoffed: "Kill ? Haha, believe it or not, after I do your wife, I’ll do your daughter too, huh?"
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