CHAPTER 253: CHAPTER 253

Over a hundred thrusts in one breath.

Zhang Xinran reached a climax, her hips twitching uncontrollably, she moaned, but quickly covered her mouth to suppress it into soft whimpers.

It only made Wu Song more excited.

He didn’t stop.

Instead, he continued pounding relentlessly.

Zhang Xinran was trembling all over from the pounding, bouncing up and down, her little waist couldn’t hold up, her hips collapsed, leaving her splayed helplessly, relying on Wu Song for support.

Wu Song held Zhang Xinran and flipped her over, laying her on the bed face up, grabbed her ankles and placed them on his shoulders, continuing to thrust.

Her two breasts were swaying wildly from the pounding.

A feast for the eyes.

Wu Song lowered his body, grabbing her breasts to play and suck.

Under the double assault, it took only fifty or sixty thrusts for Zhang Xinran to reach her climax once again, shivering all over, legs clamped together, she screamed: "Ah, I’m coming, I can’t take it, Daddy, I can’t take it! Spare me!"

Wu Song grabbed her hand and stuffed it into her mouth to stop her from screaming.

At the same time, his gun plunged deep into her core, pounding vigorously, just a few thrusts and Zhang Xinran couldn’t help but roll her eyes back, about to faint, Wu Song suddenly thrust, his gun’s tip quivered, releasing a thick essence.

The fierce burst, searing hot, directly hit Zhang Xinran’s core, making her shiver all over, instantly emerging in a flush, her eyes flipped as she trembled and fainted.

Wu Song also gasped in satisfaction, but he didn’t pull out, instead continued to lay over her, enjoying the warm embrace of her depths.

Until Zhang Xintong managed a wave of customers, approaching dusk, no more customers, she pushed open the inner room door to rescue Zhang Xinran.

Zhang Xinran nearly burst into tears, choking: "Dear sister, you’ve finally come, save me, Daddy almost killed me!"

Zhang Xintong’s eyes were dazed, her crotch already drenched, eagerly began undressing.

Wu Song pulled his gun out of Zhang Xinran’s little hole, with a pop, hot steam billowing, he walked fiercely towards Zhang Xintong.

Zhang Xintong had just removed her skirt, panties not yet off, Wu Song already arrived, pressing her at the bedside, pulling down the edge of her panties, revealing round buttocks, enticingly curved, squeezing her mound plump and luscious, fresh and juicy.

Wu Song’s gun gently against Taoxiang’s entrance, then overflowing with juices, superbly lubricated, the gun’s tip smoothly slid in.

"Ah..."

Zhang Xintong moaned softly, excitedly gyrating, synchronized with Wu Song’s thrusts.

The ample posterior was pounded, sending the flesh rippling, the entrance leaking fluids.

Zhang Xintong couldn’t help but moan, face flushed with excitement, immensely pleased.

Beside her, Zhang Xinran finally sighed in relief, drowsily fell asleep.

The battle just now wore her out, exhausted, her strength depleted, if not for Wu Song’s shot replenishing her energy significantly, she might have fainted already.

And now Zhang Xintong followed in her footsteps.

An hour later, she screamed, rolling her eyes, collapsing, almost about to faint from Wu Song’s pounding.

"Daddy, I, I can’t take it anymore, you, you shoot..."

Zhang Xintong gasped, incoherently pleading.

Wu Song pounded relentlessly, pounding Zhang Xintong’s buttocks apart, her anus clearly visible, her tender eye opening and closing with Wu Song’s thrusts.

"Pop..."

Wu Song thrust aggressively once more, pressed against Zhang Xintong’s ample backside, splitting it wide, both her entrance and anus contracting simultaneously, as the buttocks gripped Wu Song’s gun furiously.

The gun barrel shuddered, a heated shot surged out, fired deep into her passage.

"Ah..."

Zhang Xintong moaned, twitching and lying motionless on the bed, only heavy breathing remained.

Wu Song sighed contentedly, laying on Zhang Xintong’s buttocks, resting leisurely, while mobilizing True Qi throughout his body, continuing to cultivate.

Feeling Zhang Xintong’s moist and tender passage tightly wrapping his gun, that sensation, during cultivation, seemed more effective than simply cultivating alone.

"Could this be the correct method of cultivation?" Wu Song pondered, stroking Zhang Xintong.

Embracing her, lying sideways on the bed, both laying side by side, after all, pressing on Zhang Xintong continuously, she couldn’t bear it for long, risking being crushed.

Lying sideways was more comfortable.

The gun settled more comfortably too.

Making cultivation increasingly smooth.

"So that’s how it is." Wu Song laughed, finally finding the correct cultivation method.

"No wonder the ’Heaven and Earth Yin Yang Scripture’ requires Yin Yang Replenishment for Yin Yang balance, during cultivation, maintaining a state of Yin Yang exchange, also results in excellent effects."

Wu Song was extremely pleased, unexpected to discover the true method after inheriting it for so long, despite having already gained significant benefits.

"Looks like cultivation needs these procedures in the future." Wu Song stroked his chin, fortunately, his confidantes were numerous now.

Wu Song embraced Zhang Xintong, refining for a while, incredibly comfortably.

Unknowingly, dusk settled in.

It was dinner time.

Wu Song’s phone rang.

Sure enough, it was Wu Xiaohong’s call.

Wu Song answered with a smile: "Xiaohong?"

"Brother Song, are you done? Mom and aunt are at home cooking, waiting for you to come back for dinner." Wu Xiaohong cooed coquettishly.

Wu Song felt a ripple in his heart, is this eating food?

Eating you all, perhaps?

He glanced at the unconscious Zhang Xintong and Zhang Xinran, presumably not in the mood for dinner, considering Wu Song had already fed them well.

He supported Zhang Xintong’s butt, pulled out his gun.

Zhang Xintong whimpered, twisting her ample backside, the tender hole gradually closing, slowly shutting, hidden between her thighs.

Wu Song cleaned his gun with a smile, closed the shop, riding Zhang Xintong’s electric scooter, returning to the village.

By the time he reached the village kiosk, it was already seven or eight o’clock.

The village had virtually no streetlights, and no one noticed Wu Song’s return.

Wu Song rode the scooter to Sun Taoxiang’s doorstep.

Little Black barked fervently.

Soon Wu Xiaohong’s footsteps neared the gate, almost sprinting.

The door opened, Wu Xiaohong excitedly gasped, leaping onto Wu Song, deftly hitching her legs around Wu Song’s waist, hugging his neck, kissed fervently.

After all, at night, no one paid attention to them.

Leaving Wu Xiaohong uninhibited and uninhibited.

Kissing Wu Song while her waist excitedly nuzzled like a cat smelling fish, rubbing and seeking in Wu Song’s crotch, soon grinding Wu Song’s gun to full rise.

The sturdy, hard, heated gun tip pressing against Wu Xiaohong’s entrance through the pants.

The entrance excitedly puckering like an eager little mouth, wanting to suck the gun tip, swallow it down.