Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 121: Passionate Feelings Like Fire

Chapter 121: Chapter 121: Passionate Feelings Like Fire

Gao Lanlan didn’t mind at all what Yang Fan’s "big brother" had just done, or how it had moved in and out of such a dark tunnel. Her little mouth was noisy with smacking sounds, and after swallowing for a moment she still opened those bewitching, dreamy eyes, purposely showing Yang Fan how she swallowed.

She was so unrestrained it was as if nothing was off-limits.

Yang Fan, stimulated by her rapid movements, pulled Gao Lanlan up from the ground and said to the two, "Get on the bed, face down, with your asses up."

Gao Lanlan, wiping the corner of her mouth where her saliva glistened, giggled and asked Yu Guafu, whose face was flushed from Yang Fan’s teasing, "You don’t have any problems, do you?"

Yu Guafu rolled her eyes, "You’re the one with problems!"

"As long as you’re fine. Fanzi plans to alternate holes, and I’m not sure about your safety," Gao Lanlan teased.

"Go to hell," spat Yu Guafu in a low curse, "I’m not like you, ready for any man."

"You slander me! Get in position, ready to be fucked!" Gao Lanlan turned and kneeled at the bedside, shouting as she did.

"Whether I’m slandering you, you know very well. Yet you have the nerve to disdain me," Yu Guafu grumbled dissatisfiedly, and also lay down next to Gao Lanlan, raising her plump buttocks high, trying her best to exhibit her generous assets.

Such women were straightforward, positioning themselves without any pretense.

Yang Fan paid no attention to their joking.

They were both clean without any unpleasant smells or other signs; they also didn’t appear to be ill in any way.

Even though both were notorious, they weren’t so easy to bed either.

Appreciating the beautiful buttocks and "houses of wealth" of these two women up close, Yang Fan’s heartbeat began to accelerate.

This was truly the world’s most beautiful scenery.

He reached out with both hands, caressing those smooth buttocks, his fingers slowly approaching the depths of the golden valley.

His left hand on Gao Lanlan, his right on Yu Guafu.

The moment he entered, Yang Fan felt as if his life had suddenly been satisfied.

On the outside, the two women didn’t seem to differ much.

But once his fingers probed inside, the difference became immediately apparent.

Yu Guafu was tighter, while Gao Lanlan was very good at sucking.

Soon, the squishing sound of wetness became exceedingly pleasant to the ear.

Gao Lanlan and Yu Guafu’s moaning also became uncontrollably loud, one screaming breathlessly, the other seductively enchanting.

"Fanzi, Fanzi, come fuck me, I want it so bad, ah... I want you to thrust hard, to fuck me hard!" Gao Lanlan grabbed the bedsheet, screaming in a high-pitched tone.

No sooner had she finished shouting than Yu Guafu also started, "Fanzi, come on, fuck me..."

The two of them were actually competing now.

Yang, between chuckles, also found himself somewhat troubled.

This was the first time in his life he had encountered such a situation.

After hesitating for a moment, he thrust deeply into Gao Lanlan.

She had rested for quite a while, so he decided to deal with her first and have Yu Guafu wait.

"Ah... Fanzi, oh my god, that’s amazing!"

Gao Lanlan shook her hefty, full breasts, almost screaming her lungs out.

Smack smack smack...

Yang Fan thrust deeply and vigorously, pounding against Gao Lanlan’s rounded buttocks.

After a rapid bout, he quickly switched targets, entering Yu Guafu.

"Ah... Fanzi, I want more... Can you give it to me quick?" Gao Lanlan cried out eagerly.

Yang Fan slipped his fingers inside again, teasing and fondling as he thrust heavily against the buttocks of Yu Guafu.

"Ahh ahh... Ah ah..."

The seductive moans of Yu Guafu were like a silvery bell with a special feature, inflaming Yang Fan’s passions in an instant.

The pleas were alluring, offering a unique kind of stimulation.

Slap slap slap slap...

In the intense rhythm, Yang Fan changed his angle, ramming into the two rounded buttocks in different ways.

Without changing positions, he kept going in this pose, thrusting in and out quickly for about half an hour before finally climaxing with glorious satisfaction on Gao Lanlan.

The fierce pace also left Yang Fan feeling slightly weak.

He sprawled out between Gao Lanlan and Yu Guafu, his right hand playing with Gao Lanlan’s now even more majestic fullness that draped down, and his left hand clutching Yu Guafu’s petite fullness, kneading it wantonly.

Life was quite comfortable this way.

Gao Lanlan didn’t even bother to clean up the battlefield; she just turned over and lay on Yang Fan’s waist to clean up for him, understanding that there was no need for reminders.

Seeing this, Yu Guafu wasn’t idle either.

She scooted closer to Yang Fan, offering up her pert fullness right to his mouth.

After frolicking unrestrainedly for a while, Yang Fan, concerned that it was almost noon and idlers would come to play Mahjong, stopped their messy play and got dressed.

It was only because of the rain today that they had the chance to be so indiscreet.

Otherwise, Gao Lanlan’s place was usually bustling, only quieting down late into the night.

Yu Guafu and Gao Lanlan seemed to have not had their fill yet.

But Yang Fan did not want to repeat the mistakes that Gao Lanlan and Liang Bing had made, so, after simply telling them they could call him when they were free to find a convenient time to continue, he left the store.

Though such activities were pleasurable, one must not lose their sense.

When he arrived home in the steady drizzle, Zhou Wenhu’s lunch was already on the table.

A table full of rich, nourishing food, as though Zhou Wenhui knew just how hard Yang Fan had worked.

Without a doubt, it must still be those items Zhu Shanshan had sent last time.

With today’s rain, Little Mother was unlikely to have gone out specially to get these things.

"I was just about to call you, and you come home drawn by the smell of food; you really do have a good nose," Zhou Wenhui laughed, "You may roam wild, but if you come back for mealtime, you’re still a good child, and mom dotes on you."

Yang Fan was instantly speechless; was this hurdle truly insurmountable?

"Little Mother, that’s enough, don’t keep on like that, it sounds weird," Yang Fan said, lost for words.

Zhou Wenhui wiped her hands with a towel and joked, "What’s weird about it? Isn’t Little Mother also a mother? You ungrateful brat, don’t forget, you’re counting on me for that big event. If your performance slips, forget about eating meat; I won’t even let you have a chance to sip the soup."

In an instant, Yang Fan caved, sensing that Little Mother had truly seized control over his lifeline.

"Little Mother, haven’t I been performing quite well? What’s the problem?" Yang Fan muttered.

"Call me ’mom’ and there’ll be no problem," Zhou Wenhui said with a gentle smile.

Yang Fan: ...

It seemed his makeshift Little Mother was truly possessed.

"Little Mother!" Yang Fan blurted out stiffly.

"You heartless thing, call me ’mom’!" Zhou Wenhui cried out.