Wang Damei was suddenly like struck by lightning, rigid and immovable, her whole body taut like a stick, and for a moment, her plump crevice tightly clamped onto Wu Song's spear as if it would break.

The next moment, Wang Damei broke out in a layer of cold sweat, feeling urgent yet suppressed turmoil, her butt writhing as she tried to escape Wu Song's restraint, simultaneously lowering her voice to plead, "Hurry up, Lingling is back!!"

Of course Wu Song heard her; he had heard it even earlier than Wang Damei by several minutes, yet he hadn't alerted Wang Damei.

Because Wu Yuling was busy studying her cannon.

Tsk tsk, sounds of kissing.

She wasn't rushing to get home.

So Wu Song wasn't in a hurry to pull out.

But Wang Damei hadn't heard that, still urging Wu Song.

Making Wu Yuling hear her words.

Wu Song held onto Wang Damei's plump buttocks, pulling her up, and said, "Which one is your room?"

Wang Damei quickly pointed to a door, immediately heading inside.

Wu Song stood still.

Poof!

The big gun was pulled out.

Wang Damei let out a low cry, feeling an emptiness in her buttocks, as her body and mind followed into a state of emptiness.

Yet she sighed with relief, hastily rushing into her room, slamming the door shut.

Only then did she lean against the door, gasping heavily, looking down to see her pants still hadn't been pulled up, her crotch messy with mud, her black hair soaked with honey liquid and white juice.

Wang Damei's face flushed red, quickly grabbing tissues to wipe herself.

Meanwhile, Wu Yuling also entered through the house door.

Complaining to Wu Song, she said, "Brother Song, my dad isn't coming back!"

Wu Song had already tidied his crotch, glanced at Wu Yuling, and said, "Oh, Wu Dalin isn't respecting me?"

"More or less." Wu Yuling nodded, walking up to Wu Song, her gaze inadvertently becoming somewhat heated, truly experiencing the taste, seeing Wu Song making her irresistibly moist.

"Where's my mom?" Fortunately, Wu Yuling hadn't lost her intelligence beneath her moisture, recalling Wang Damei was supposed to be home earlier.

Whether she's home now or not, she didn't really know.

Wu Song, with rippling heart, said, "Gone out."

"Really?" Wu Yuling jubilantly said.

Hidden behind the door, Wang Damei's heart tightened, an inconceivable thought suddenly surfacing in her mind, instinctively turning her head, peeking through the door toward Wu Song and Wu Yuling.

But couldn't see anything, afraid to open the door, quickly tilting her ear to eavesdrop on outside sounds.

"Brother Song, my mom really went out?" Wu Yuling's voice was soft; her small hands had also reached Wu Song's pectoral muscles.

Wu Song grasped Wu Yuling's soft breasts, gently rubbing, "Yeah, otherwise, call her out loud, and see if she dares to respond?"

Hidden inside the room, Wang Damei suddenly felt depressed.

Wu Yuling, however, smiled, and indeed called out, "Mom, are you home?"

"I am." Wang Damei responded in her heart, but dared not actually speak out.

Though she had wiped her crotch earlier, her face was still reddened, legs weakened, easily revealing a flaw.

Moreover, since Wu Song said she wasn't home, if she didn't cooperate, angering Wu Song... the consequences... Wang Damei dared not attempt.

Wu Yuling listened, indeed there was no response from Wang Damei, she laughed, "My mom really isn't home then."

As she spoke, her other hand impatiently pressed onto Wu Song's crotch.

Her seductive eyes draped like silk, gazing at Wu Song, scolding, "Brother Song, have you missed me these few days? Have you been fooling around with other women?"

Wu Song pinched the tender chicken meat of Wu Yuling's breast, gently twisted it, making Wu Yuling moan, her body trembling, her hand pressing against Wu Song's crotch instinctively grabbing hard, causing Wu Song to take a sharp breath, the big gun instantly standing erect, filling Wu Yuling's small hand.

"Fooling around with other women? Who do you mean?" Wu Song deliberately raised his voice knowing Wang Damei was definitely eavesdropping.

Sure enough, upon hearing Wu Song's words, Wang Damei felt so ashamed she wished to find a crevice to squeeze into.

Enveloped in panic, although unwilling to believe, she couldn't help but think; the truth was Wu Song and Wu Yuling had certainly been involved not just once.

Otherwise, Wu Yuling wouldn't have said such things.

Besides, she initially returned because of Wu Dalin's business, planning to go back to the provincial city, but then?

Suddenly deciding to stay in the countryside to become a village streamer.

Why on earth would she do that?

Must be because she couldn't part from Wu Song.

Just like her.

No wonder she and Wu Dalin forced Wu Yuling to leave home; Wu Yuling stood confidently, even claiming they couldn't drive her away, soon Wu Song arrived…

All this was enough to explain that Wu Yuling and Wu Song had long been entangled.

Meanwhile, Wu Yuling adeptly pulled open Wu Song's crotch, releasing that big gun.

"Oh, what's this? Brother Song, how come your thing is all sticky and wet? Just used?" Wu Yuling complained aloud.

Inside, secretly listening, Wang Damei shivered all over, feeling her butt burning like fire, sweat pouring all over her body.

Wu Song rubbed it indifferently, "Just used? Used for whom? Used on your mom!"

"Get lost! What are you thinking?" Wu Yuling spat at Wu Song peevishly, "Don't think I'm just a three-year-old kid, you definitely just used it… Was it in your car? With what vixen?"

Wu Song chuckled, "Vixen?"

Wu Yuling snapped, "What else if not a vixen?"

Hidden behind the door, eavesdropping Wang Damei was embarrassed enough to wish she could find a crevice to disappear into.

Wu Song pulled Wu Yuling to make her bend over the same spot Wang Damei had just bent over earlier, pulling up her skirt, revealing pink panties wrapping around plump buttocks, a bulging middle beautifully sexy, already somewhat moist.

Wu Song peeled down the panties to reveal Wu Yuling's fair plump buttocks, barely parted by the bulge, black down covering beneath which pink crevices were faintly visible.

Wu Song braced himself, with the big gun aimed at the crevice; the gun head barely rubbed to pry open the split, revealing the tender hole entrance, where the overflowing honey liquid bumped against the gun head.

Making the gun head vibrant red, smooth and glossy, aimed at the entrance to drill inside.

Without pause, relentlessly driving to the depth.

Pressing Wu Yuling to moan, "Oh dear, so swollen, Brother Song, slow down!"

Wu Song chuckled, naturally not slowing down but rather pounding against those glamorous buttocks forcefully.

As he drove, opening up his X-ray Vision, peeking towards Wang Damei's room.

At that moment, Wang Damei still crouched at the door eavesdropping.

Listening to Wu Yuling's moans, she shivered, her face flushed with blood stains, hesitating one hand, rubbing several times finally grasping the door handle, stealthily cracking it open, one eye peeking out,

just in time to witness Wu Song pounding Wu Yuling's butt vigorously, driving Wu Yuling to shiver endlessly on the sofa, moaning non-stop, a look of pain mixed with apparent satisfaction formed an indescribable feeling, causing her crotch to swirl with water.

Instinctively squeezing her crotch, raising her head, only to meet Wu Song's piercing gaze.