Wu Song laughed heartily, wasting no time as he grabbed Cui Xiangya’s pants and yanked them down, releasing two snow-white cheeks that bounced and quivered seductively.
As he gazed down along the cleft, he saw the dark and dense hair covering a plump, swollen mound, a secret garden trembling and gushing with nectar.
The fluid flowed through the valley, leaving the surrounding dark hair soaking wet.
"Come, quickly, pierce me with your big needle!" Cui Xiangya shook her hips, impatiently pushing against Wu Song’s crotch, her mound eagerly rubbing against his large spear, seeking precision.
But in her haste and without sight, her mound kept rubbing for ages, drenching the spear’s head, but still failing to slip inside, driving Cui Xiangya to the brink of moaning in frustration.
"Brother, hurry, pierce me with your big needle!" Cui Xiangya’s mind was muddled, her eyes dazed as they locked onto Wu Song, excitement robbing her of reason, urging him to thrust into her desperately.
Wu Song laughed again, infected by her fervor, his spearhead hard and red, giving a little thrust to aim at the secret garden, and with a gentle push, it broke through a layer of slickness, tightly ensnared by the tender passage.
But Wu Song did not pause, forcefully continuing to drill inside, as the spearhead pierced through layers of folds, diving into a warm, tender sea.
As if countless soft hands and little tongues were licking the large spear, especially the sensitive head, trembling with pleasure, swelling to abnormal proportions, nearly spilling its essence.
Yet, unfortunately, Wu Song’s current self-control and surging True Qi prevailed.
Even though Cui Xiangya’s passage was incredibly soothing, Wu Song withstood the temptation, grabbing her plump buttocks for another thrust.
But Cui Xiangya moved before he did.
Her large ass started to pound in his crotch, powerfully, making a slapping noise.
"Oh, comfortable! So good!"
"Men are truly women’s best tonic!"
"I studied Chinese medicine, I’ve always known this truth."
"But being busy with my medical studies delayed my marriage, although Zhou Yuanyuan and her little fairies made me their leader, sigh, I truly regret it!"
Cui Xiangya groaned with pleasure, lost in the enjoyment of Wu Song’s large spear, while lamenting her life choices.
Wu Song smiled faintly and said, "That Zhou Yuanyuan, little fairy?"
"Yes, she always claims to be a single aristocrat, looks down on men! Believes men are nothing! No man can touch her body," Cui Xiangya said with some amusement, finding Zhou Yuanyuan’s naivety amusing.
"Could you tell she’s not a virgin?" Wu Song asked with a meaningful tone.
Cui Xiangya could only smile bitterly, "Of course I could tell, but how could I expose it?"
Many skilled Chinese doctors can discern a woman’s virginity at a glance.
As the favored disciple of Sun Yizhi, the great city Daoist Doctor, Cui Xiangya naturally had this ability.
"Zhou Yuanyuan seems to have some background," Wu Song said with a hinting smile.
"Yes, the Zhou Family is a wealthy clan in the city with assets in the billions, and relatives in official positions. Even though she puts me in a tough spot, I don’t dare offend her," Cui Xiangya said helplessly, revealing her fear of capital power.
Wu Song laughed heartily, "That makes sense."
"You should be careful with her, she’s quite vengeful, after what you did to her today, she might seek revenge!" Cui Xiangya warned hesitantly, but her ample buttocks continued moving smoothly, increasing in speed and rhythm.
Her hips kept thrusting, rubbing Wu Song’s spear against her G-spot.
The sensation made her feel even better, and she began to tremble slightly, almost reaching her peak.
Clearly, years of suppression, combined with the earlier teasing, had aroused her thoroughly.
"Ah... good brother, I’m coming, I’m about to speed up, is that okay? Will I make you finish too soon?" Cui Xiangya trembled with excitement, her voice strained like a musical instrument, asking Wu Song.
Wu Song laughed heartily, "Let him be strong, the cool breeze blows on the hill; let him be fierce, the bright moon shines over the river."
"Whether you’re like a snake with water or an endless abyss, I shall pierce through with my spear!"
Cui Xiangya grinned charmingly, her eyes alight with allure, as her hips shook and clamped frantically.
"Ah... my years of hard work have finally paid off, heaven has opened its eyes, letting me meet you!"
Cui Xiangya shuddered with excitement, uttering cries.
"It’s the reward for your years of healing and saving lives!" Wu Song corrected her.
Cui Xiangya nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, I was wrong! Oh, how wonderful!"
Wu Song narrowed his eyes and said, "Do you want it to be even better?"
"How to make it better?" Cui Xiangya panted, barely able to move anymore, due to her limited stamina.
"!" Wu Song said, then held Cui Xiangya’s plump buttocks, fully exposing her luscious mound, then started his assault,
like a pile driver, hammering down crazily, as fast as a fierce storm.
Each thrust made a loud slap of flesh.
Turning that succulent mound a bright red, the surrounding dark hair matted and stuck to one side.
Streams of nectar flowed down Wu Song’s spear, drenching his dragon whiskers, flowing over two orbs, which swung with Wu Song’s quick thrusts, striking Cui Xiangya’s mound’s G-spot.
Cui Xiangya couldn’t help but scream.
Cui Xiangya lost her composure, shaking her head, her entire body convulsing in waves.
Wu Song didn’t stop, instead, he increased his pace.
The wild posture almost dizzying, impossible to keep up with the precise movement of Wu Song’s spear.
Cui Xiangya moaned again, her passage contracting intensely, ripples spreading from her core to her abdomen and through her whole body, making her tremble all over.
"Oh, I’ve reached it!"
Cui Xiangya sighed in ultimate satisfaction, her passage quivering, tightly clamping Wu Song’s large spear.
Her buttocks still twitching, relishing the afterglow.
Realizing Wu Song’s spear remained as hard as steel, unaffected by the intense battle, not collapsing at all.
A strength almost terrifying!
Yet it made a woman love him deeply.
"Divine Doctor Wu, did you practice the Art of the Bedchamber?" Cui Xiangya asked curiously.
"Is it that obvious?"
"I know many Daoist Doctors, expert Chinese medicine practitioners, often practice such methods. But my master didn’t. I had no way to learn," Cui Xiangya sighed, then sank limply onto Wu Song’s thigh, the large spear pushing deeply into her core, almost piercing through.
Cui Xiangya moaned softly, quickly lifting her buttocks, not daring to sit too low.
Yet she was reluctant to pull out.
As Cui Xiangya debated whether to withdraw, Zhou Yuanyuan stormed in, fuming.