Miracle-Working Doctor in the Mountain Village

Woniu Village was famously known as the widow village far and wide.

Song Tian, a top student from Medical University, tall and handsome, came to the village to help out, leaving countless young widows restless at night.

He stayed in the western room of the charming widow Lin Xiaoyu's house, equally sleepless.

While reading and preparing for his doctoral entrance exam, Song Tian heard the sound of water pouring from next door and immediately became excited.

He quietly moved to the corner of the wall and pulled out the loose brick.

Next door, Lin Xiaoyu had prepared hot water and was stripping off her clothes.

At twenty-six, Lin Xiaoyu had been a widow for two years.

She was undoubtedly the most beautiful and gentle woman among the widows of Woniu Village.

Her petite face, both pale and tender, was particularly endearing, making one unable to resist the urge to bully her.

Standing at 1.7 meters, Lin Xiaoyu's figure was especially slim.

Especially her slender waist, her round behind, and those long, straight, beautiful legs.

Her breasts were exceptionally large, out of proportion to her slim body, even making her center of gravity lean forward; one feared she might topple over when walking.

Lin Xiaoyu had stripped naked, her delicate body white as jade, with the two massive mounds of her breasts, tinged with a faint pink, jiggling like jelly, seemingly too much for even two hands to grasp.

Her lower abdomen was white and flat without an ounce of excess fat, her waist so slender one could easily wrap a hand around it.

What shocked Song Tian the most was that Lin Xiaoyu's nether region was entirely hairless, as white as jade, slightly bulging between her tightly closed thighs—also displaying a delicate hint of pink. Song Tian's breathing almost stopped.

What a flawlessly beautiful stripped-down widow.

Song Tian greedily watched the pretty widow bathe; her massive breasts swayed from side to side, and occasionally, as she lifted her leg, the white-as-jade mound of Venus, along with the pink glisten within the folds of her muff, flashed by, prompting Song Tian to take off his pants, pulling out his already rock-hard member, and began to stroke it gently.

Bowing his head, Song Tian looked at his eighteen-centimeter-long and duck egg-sized manhood, and sighed quietly to himself about the wasted size, as even after more than a year with a girlfriend, his buddy had remained idle, never having tasted the flavor of a woman.

However, watching the pretty widow bathe and stroking himself, a sour and astringent sensation swelled up; it was far more pleasurable than wanking to videos by himself.

As Song Tian was enjoying himself, he saw Lin Xiaoyu, who was bathing, sit on a chair laid out with a towel, her bare tender feet on the chair, legs wide open, presenting the most sacred view vividly before Song Tian's eyes.

The plump and ripe area looked like a freshly steamed big white bun with a slit in the middle—the whiteness like jade, a hint of moist pink visible within the slit.

It was indeed a top-quality slit.

One of Lin Xiaoyu's hands gently rubbed her massive breast, which her small hand couldn't completely grasp.

The other hand ventured between her legs, a middle finger pressed into the slit, gently massaging it.

"Mmm, ahh! Ahh!"

Lin Xiaoyu let out a trembling moan, constantly biting her lip, with a face so exquisite, now showing a look of painful pleasure.

Song Tian's eyes widened once more, his fully exposed member swelling even larger.

He had never imagined that this widow, usually so timid she wouldn't even dare to lift her head to look at him, always so serious, would have this side of self-comfort.

Especially the blush on her face and the sultry intent when she bit her lip; it made Song Tian's big man fill with blood, almost spurting out.

Song Tian, gripping his hard-as-steel member, watched with wide eyes as Lin Xiaoyu's one hand rubbed her breast and the other reached between her legs, her middle finger twirling in the slit.

"Oh, ahh!"

Lin Xiaoyu's pretty mouth was slightly open, her tongue peeking out a bit, licking her own lips while her other hand ventured between her legs, gently parting the immaculate bun slit with her fingers.

Suddenly, the moist crevice hidden within the bun's slit was exposed, the delicate opening contracting continuously, and as she stirred her Pearl, a small stream of clear fluid trickled out from the crevice.

Song Tian, staring at this exquisite bun slit, couldn't help but gulp down a mouthful of saliva, imagining the delight of tasting her nectar.

"Mmm!"

Lin Xiaoyu moaned softly, her wrist pressing down, one middle finger touching the slit's entrance, gently probing inside.

Song Tian, eyes bulging, hand tightly gripping his member thought inwardly, such a beautiful widow, such a beautiful slit—it would be a waste to use just a finger. If his own manhood could penetrate her, the pleasure would surely be immense.

"Oh, ahh, ah, Doctor Song, ahh, Doctor Song, do me, go deeper, ahh, ahh, Doctor Song, it feels so good to be done by you!"

Lin Xiaoyu trembled with her moans; a middle finger had completely entered her bun slit, thrusting and stirring while softly calling out Song Tian's name.

Song Tian froze; he had never thought that while Lin Xiaoyu was comforting herself, she would fantasize it was him doing her.

Song Tian's breath became heavier and heavier, hot blood rushing to his head—if he burst into her room now and thrust straight in, would she agree?

While Song Tian was boiling with excitement, Lin Xiaoyu suddenly lifted her head, and through the slit in the bricks, her fiery gaze met his.