Zhang Xinran smiled charmingly, "Really? Then I must give it a try."

After saying that, she stuck out her tongue and licked it.

Giggling, she said, "Wow, it really is quite delicious. I really want to eat it."

"Can I still eat?"

Zhang Xinran looked expectantly at Wu Song, waiting for his response.

Wu Song stroked Zhang Xinran's hair, smiling, "You're so good, of course Daddy has to let you eat."

Zhang Xinran laughed happily and opened her mouth to hold the tip of the gun and started eating.

Wu Song sighed, feeling really comfortable.

Zhang Xinran's oral skills had improved.

Returning after buying breakfast, Zhang Xintong saw the scene, hurriedly half-covered the shop door, then sat down as well, and brought out breakfast to feed Wu Song.

"Daddy, open your mouth," Zhang Xintong said softly as she stuffed a deep-fried dough stick into Wu Song's mouth.

Served by the two sisters, Wu Song finished breakfast, but Zhang Xinran was still not full, instead her eyes were dazed with thirst.

Zhang Xintong was also swallowing saliva repeatedly.

Wu Song chuckled evilly, "Your sister eats deep-fried dough sticks, you eat what's below."

Zhang Xinran and Zhang Xintong exchanged a glance, Zhang Xinran adjusted her position to give Zhang Xintong space.

Zhang Xintong squatted between Wu Song's legs and started eating what's below the big gun.

For a moment, Wu Song felt extreme pleasure.

Until Zhang Xinran was unbearably thirsty, Wu Song then took her inside the room, let her lie down and stick up her bottom, and quickly inserted, making her roll her eyes, only then did he switch for Zhang Xintong to come in.

Zhang Xintong's plump buttocks rose up, snowy white and round, encasing a tender, little hole that was very alluring, already moist, Wu Song easily inserted, and started moving...

He vigorously pumped over a hundred times, until Zhang Xintong screamed and shivered, releasing Yin Essence, only then did Wu Song reach the climax, spraying completely.

Just as he caught his breath, lying on Zhang Xintong's butt enjoying for a while, his phone rang.

It was the alluring police beauty who disappeared at times, Song Mengtian.

Wu Song immediately pulled out the big gun, put on his pants, and walked out.

Zhang Xintong and Zhang Xinran were lying on the bed, in a daze.

Wu Song went outside, only then did he answer the call.

He laughed, "My little Tian Tian, you said you wanted to be my girlfriend, but then you disappear... If you leave me high and dry, what am I supposed to do?"

"High and dry? Don't be silly, if I didn't disappear, how could you have so much fun?" Song Mengtian said a bit discontentedly.

Wu Song broke into a cold sweat, "You know everything?"

Song Mengtian is a police officer, if she purposely investigates him, he truly can't hide,

might as well admit it straightforwardly.

It shows he's responsible, not hypocritical.

Song Mengtian was a bit surprised, "You're not going to argue a bit?"

Wu Song laughed, "What's there to argue? Done is done. Can an argument change the past?"

"Alright, consider you honest... I won't hide from you, I don't care how many women you're entangled with. I only care, when I need you, you have to be there. Got it?" Song Mengtian suddenly said in a firm voice.

"Oh? And then?" Wu Song was more surprised, Song Mengtian is quite unique.

"And afterward, whenever you want to sleep with me, as long as I'm not on duty, I can oblige." Song Mengtian said very directly.

"Not thinking about marriage then?" Wu Song asked a very direct question.

"My kind of work is not suitable for marriage; my family wouldn't agree either... Don't bother with that. If you insist on titles, I can't provide. Being with you is just to meet each other's needs. You're not conservative enough to insist on marriage, are you?"

Song Mengtian's words made Wu Song relieved, it was great that Song Mengtian didn't want titles, if he was pushed for one, Wu Song wouldn't know how to give it.

Luckily, the women Wu Song messed with, besides Wu Xiaohong, didn't force for titles.

Nor needed them.

He could just mess around and have fun.

"Then I want to bed you now, is that okay?" Wu Song smirked wickedly.

"Now? Not quite, you need to help me rescue someone first. Then I can let you bed." Song Mengtian replied.

"Oh? Rescue someone? Who to rescue?" Wu Song asked, puzzled.

"Go to the police station and wait now, my car will be there shortly. Then I'll take you to rescue someone." Song Mengtian said seriously.

"Oh, okay." Wu Song didn't ask much, immediately drove to the police station.

Arriving at the police station in just a few minutes.

A police car arrived.

Directly stopping next to Wu Song's pickup, seemingly aware of Wu Song's vehicle.

Wu Song felt a little anxious.

Shit, investigating him so thoroughly, why?

"Get in." The police car door opened, the sweet and heroic Song Mengtian dressed in uniform, wearing a police hat, beckoned Wu Song to get in.

Her captivating, spirited demeanor made Wu Song's heart flutter.

If Song Mengtian wore such an outfit while bedding, wouldn't it be stimulating?

Wu Song suppressed the urge, stepped off the pickup, locked it, and got into the police car.

Song Mengtian immediately moved, letting Wu Song sit beside her.

As soon as he sat down, the car sped ahead.

The driver was also a policeman, but a stern strong man.

And then no one else.

Wu Song glanced at Song Mengtian in confusion, "Just this?"

Wu Song noticed Song Mengtian's bulging waist, likely a handgun.

Wu Song glanced at the back seat, then widened his eyes, and gasped, "Wow, is that a submachine gun or a rifle?"

Song Mengtian didn't even look back; just replied, "Yes, it's a submachine gun."

Wu Song felt itching, "Can I touch it?"

Song Mengtian laughed, "Of course, maybe you'll have one later."

Wu Song widened his eyes in astonishment, staring at Song Mengtian, "What does that mean?"

"Wait and you'll know." Song Mengtian said, her eyes like water glanced at Wu Song, her fair small hand suddenly rested on Wu Song's thigh.

Wu Song's thigh trembled, instinctively glancing at the driver.

Still a bit nervous.

After all, they were all police officers.

But Song Mengtian appeared very relaxed.

Not at all concerned about Wu Song's nervousness.

Instead, she was stroking Wu Song's thigh, moving towards the groin.

Wu Song's skin felt ticklish and sensitive, he shivered immediately, and the big gun was eager.

Wu Song's heart was feverish; he leaned closer to Song Mengtian and whispered, "Don't mess with me."

Song Mengtian seemed unaware of the seriousness, her bright eyes gleamed as she looked at Wu Song, "Haven't seen you for long, you didn't miss me?"

"Of course I miss you, but the setting isn't quite right," Wu Song whispered.

What's going on, touching a police woman's thigh next to another officer?

Song Mengtian seemed unable to understand Wu Song's words, seeing Wu Song was quite cautious, grasped Wu Song's hand, placed it on her thigh, and teased, "You also have moments where you can't?"

Then, her small hand slid along Wu Song's thigh up to his groin, grabbed the half-hard gun's tip.