Less than ten minutes passed.

Qi Siyan was already panting, soaked in fragrant sweat, her neck sore.

"Brother Song, I can't handle the Golden Cudgel anymore." Qi Siyan looked at Wu Song pitifully.

Wu Song laughed, "Then use your other mouth to take it in."

Qi Siyan breathed a sigh of relief, spat out Wu Song's big gun, lifted her qipao, revealing her pert buttocks wrapped in panties.

Wu Song directly pried open her luscious buttocks, revealing a tender gap with thin strands pulling apart, providing the best lubricant, allowing Wu Song's big gun to smoothly slide in.

"Ah..."

Qi Siyan let out a soft moan as she slowly swallowed up Wu Song's big gun.

Breaking through the narrow bottleneck and entering the moist cavity.

Still so pleasurable.

Wu Song thrust comfortably.

Qi Siyan leaned over the dining table, sticking out her butt, allowing Wu Song to enter more fluidly.

After more than a hundred thrusts.

Qi Siyan successfully reached the peak, climaxing, quivering and clutching Wu Song, making him very excited. After a few vigorous thrusts, he too erupted.

Causing Qi Siyan to scream again, shuddering and collapsing on the dining table.

Wu Song also laid blissfully on Qi Siyan's buttocks, taking a rest.

Enjoying each other's warmth.

A little over ten minutes later.

Qi Siyan recovered.

Wu Song no longer pressed on her buttocks, although he was reluctant.

But still, he slowly withdrew.

Pop...

A peculiar sound.

Wu Song and Qi Siyan parted.

They began to clean themselves.

After cleaning up, Wu Song and Qi Siyan also finished their dinner.

The two left the restaurant and went to Qi Siyan's place.

After a mandarin duck bath, they returned to Qi Siyan's bed, engaging in another round for over an hour.

Until Qi Siyan was exhausted, rolling her eyes, nearly fainting, only then did Wu Song finish his onslaught.

Although he wanted to try Qi Siyan's tender back door, unfortunately, the lubricant was all in his car, and the car was outside Sophie's neighborhood.

Qi Siyan fell into a deep sleep.

Wu Song continued to practice his skills inserting into her little hole.

Nothing was spoken in the middle of the night.

The effect of the practice was excellent.

Putting Wu Song in a great mood.

Early the next morning.

Wu Song bought breakfast, left a portion for Qi Siyan, then left her place.

He took a taxi back to the outside of Sophie's neighborhood, found his cannon, started the car, and drove away, returning to Wu Family Village.

This was his base.

If not for these few women, he wouldn't stay in the county town.

At this moment, his phone was already piled with messages from Du Chunjiao.

Wu Song just glanced and couldn't be bothered to respond.

But then, another message came.

Wu Song glanced over it, suddenly frowned.

Du Chunjiao, that provocative woman, actually went to Wu Family Village.

Going to his house to find him.

Truly asking for it!

Wu Song didn't want her going to Wu Family Village.

So he messaged back, asking where she was, telling her to come find him.

Wu Song's phone was immediately dialed.

Wu Song answered the call.

Du Chunjiao instantly teased provocatively, "Brother Song, where are you? I just got in the car, about to head to your house. I'll come find you."

Wu Song felt a twinge of discomfort, replied irritably, "I'm in the county town, just about to drive back."

"Ah, then Brother Song, give me a location, I'll come over to find you." Du Chunjiao said excitedly, seeming impatient.

Wu Song, resigned, found an open space, stopped the car, and sent his location to Du Chunjiao.

Not long after.

Du Chunjiao drove up.

Wearing a barely covering billiard skirt and a small spaghetti strap top.

A vast area of fair skin exposed.

Two luscious white breasts, almost popping out, with a deep cleavage fully revealed, swinging as she moved seductively, almost bouncing out of the neckline.

"Brother Song, when did you come to the county town? Why didn't you let me know? I could've hosted you!" Du Chunjiao said coquettishly, clutching onto Wu Song's arm, almost hanging on him, her two breasts clamping onto Wu Song's arm.

Swaying and rubbing continuously.

Making Wu Song's heart itch terribly.

Although he was quite annoyed with Du Chunjiao, this seductive woman.

But he had to admit, Du Chunjiao had the assets, definitely a beauty of the highest caliber.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have caught Du Yuming's eye.

But Wu Song just didn't have feelings for her.

Perhaps it was due to the impression she left when they first met.

"Host for what?" Wu Song glanced at Du Chunjiao's large, firm breasts, quite a sight to behold.

"Anything! Whatever Brother Song feels like." Du Chunjiao giggled seductively.

"Using you for a host, eh!" Wu Song snorted.

"No problem, as long as Brother Song likes, I'm ready anytime." Du Chunjiao's breasts started rubbing again, in just a few movements, Wu Song could distinctly feel the prominent tips of her peaks, leaving him slightly stunned—was she going commando?

With a closer look, indeed, there were two protrusions at her chest.

He hadn't noticed earlier, perhaps because they weren't hard enough to be obvious.

Now that they were at attention, they became strikingly clear.

Wu Song glanced at Du Chunjiao's billiard skirt, her white thighs exposed without stockings, making one's heart race fiercely, wanting to lift her skirt and spread her legs open to enter.

Du Chunjiao saw Wu Song's gaze, chuckled and said, "Brother Song, want to see what kind of panties I'm wearing?"

Wu Song's heart fluttered, ignoring Du Chunjiao, and bluntly said, "Cut the crap, what do you really want today?"

Du Chunjiao pouted flirtatiously, dissatisfied, "I just miss Brother Song, what else could it be? Doesn't Brother Song miss me?"

"I don't." Wu Song replied curtly, giving her no face.

Du Chunjiao wasn't upset at all, instead, rubbed her breasts against Wu Song's arm pitifully, "But I miss you so much. I can't sleep thinking about you."

As she spoke, one of her hands dishonestly touched Wu Song's pectorals.

Wu Song immediately felt a twinge, quickly dodging, "Alright, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first!"

Saying this, he broke free from Du Chunjiao and walked towards his cannon.

Du Chunjiao bit her lip and hugged Wu Song from behind, pressing her two large breasts against his back without hesitation.

Going commando, there was no obstruction as she rubbed against Wu Song's back, sending electrifying sensations that made Wu Song's back tingle, his big gun even stirred.

Du Chunjiao was indeed an experienced beauty, hugging Wu Song, one hand caressing his pectorals, the other mischievously reaching for Wu Song's real big cock.

Skillfully grabbing it through his pants.

With just a few strokes, Wu Song's big gun awakened, starting to stir, wanting to lift its head.

Wu Song swore inwardly, just about to remove Du Chunjiao's salty hand, when her fingers skillfully stroked once, causing him to gasp with pleasure as a rush of hot blood surged downwards, making his big gun spring up to push high against his crotch.

Wu Song was furious, turning to grab hold of Du Chunjiao's breasts, squeezing hard, making her yelp in pain before he gritted his teeth and said, "You're playing with fire, understand?"

Du Chunjiao endured the chest pain, coquettishly replied, "Then Brother Song, burn me up!"

"You said it!" Wu Song grinned coldly, reaching into Du Chunjiao's pants, grasping and feeling, intending to tear her panties, but instead found a handful of damp black hair.