Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 198: Ultimate Experience

Chapter 198: Chapter 198: Ultimate Experience

When Yang Fan thought he had already gained considerable knowledge, Zhang Yulan taught him a profound lesson.

Prior to this, Yang Fan could never have imagined that the joy of making love could be played out in such a manner.

She inadvertently opened the doors to a new world for Yang Fan.

Zhang Yulan turned around and leaned against the wall, stretching her arms straight ahead and lifting her buttocks, round as peaches, high in the air.

Yang Fan touched the moist Golden Valley once and then thrust in deeply into the Abyss.

Slap...

"Ah..."

Zhang Yulan moaned as her right hand landed on her own swaying fullness, roughly kneading.

Compared to her, Yang Fan’s firmness could almost be described as gentle.

She pinched her own fullness so cruelly, almost squeezing those soft, fair buns together, leaving clear fingerprints on them.

The smacking sounds crisply arose.

While Yang Fan seriously enjoyed the service from Xiao Liu, he gradually quickened his pace.

The pose that Zhang Yulan displayed always made him unable to suppress the urge to ravage intensely.

"Ah ah ah... ah..."

As the rhythm intensified, Zhang Yulan’s moaning grew increasingly high-pitched.

Behind him, Xiao Liu, in addition to licking, also added a faint moan between her lips and teeth.

This fierce duet made Yang Fan feel as though he was on cloud nine, his entire being feeling light and airy.

"Xiao Liu, you come too... ah..."

Zhang Yulan suddenly cried out.

Xiao Liu’s soft body pressed tight against Yang Fan’s back and slid up, then obediently propped herself against the wall and bent over, sticking out her round buttocks wrapped in black stockings.

Yang Fan’s palm landed on it, feeling the visually impactful firmness, explored and played for a moment before his palm ventured into the deep, moist Golden Valley.

This kind of crotchless black stocking, perfectly designed for the task, was convenient though it lacked a bit of the fun of tearing it apart.

Yang Fan preferred violently ripping apart these black coverings to peek into the secrets within.

Later, he could suggest to Xiao Liu that she should not wear crotchless ones next time.

The sparse Golden Valley was already muddy with wetness, to the extent that water could be dripping from it.

Yang Fan thrust his fingers in, proudly withdrawing after a session.

"Ah ah... please master, handle me well, it feels so good..."

Xiao Liu, with a strained throat, called out in a delicate voice.

Although she was essentially forced by Zhang Yulan to engage in this act, Yang Fan now felt that she seemed to be quite enjoying it herself, her facial expressions showing no reluctance whatsoever.

Those confused, seductive eyes certainly couldn’t appear so naturally alluring under reluctance.

"Fanzi, do her, I can’t take it anymore... I can’t..." Zhang Yulan cried softly.

Excessive stimulation seemed to have overly excited her emotions, clear streams flowing down her thighs and splashing intensely onto Yang Fan’s legs.

Yang Fan heeded the advice, dove deeply twice, then pulled out from Zhang Yulan, and thrust deeply into Xiao Liu.

"Ah... master is so amazing..."

Xiao Liu suddenly threw her head back, calling out softly.

The tightness of the two was somewhat similar, bringing Yang Fan sensations that weren’t too different.

It’s just that Zhang Yulan was silkier and more moisturized, while deeper inside Xiao Liu was somewhat tighter.

With both hands pressing on Xiao Liu’s buttocks, enveloped in black stockings, Yang Fan moved with a rhythm that alternated between swift and slow, intense motions.

Zhang Yulan turned to lean against Xiao Liu and Yang Fan. With one hand, she fondled Xiao Liu’s sagging fullness, bending down to kiss Yang Fan’s chest, teasing him with the tip of her agile tongue.

The vigorous activity had flushed her well-maintained, sparkling cheeks with blood, a deep, intense red that seeped even into the corners of her eyes, making her look more enchantingly beautiful.

"Is pleasing Xiao Liu comfortable, or am I even more comfortable?" Zhang Yulan asked, tilting her head up, giggling.

Women seem naturally inclined to make comparisons.

Zhang Yulan was particularly evident in this aspect.

"Honestly, both of you make me feel very comfortable, each with your own merits." Yang Fan didn’t want to answer such a loaded question and could only respond in this evasive manner.

However, this indeed reflected his true thoughts.

They were indeed impeccable.

With looks, body, and attitude, what more could he compare?

Zhang Yulan glanced at Yang Fan with a shy look, chiding, "You naughty boy, you’re quite greedy, aren’t you!"

Yang Fan chuckled heartily.

In this regard, he was definitely greedy.

Perhaps all men are greedy in this regard, just like Old Zhou, who was indiscriminate in his tastes.

As Yang Fan’s thrusts became more and more fervent, Xiao Liu’s moans transformed from coy murmurs to piercing cries.

"Ah... Master, you’re going to kill me, ah ah ah, I can’t take it anymore, can’t take it..."

In the midst of intense squelching sounds, Yang Fan was also nearing a critical moment.

He slightly slowed his pace, asking, "Which one of you wants it?"

"Give it to me, Master, give it all to me." As soon as Yang Fan finished speaking, Xiao Liu called out urgently.

Zhang Yulan laughed seductively, "You see, she doesn’t even give me a chance to speak. Since she’s so thirsty, let her have it then."

Yang Fan was puzzled why Xiao Liu would use such a title for him?

Although it was thrilling to hear, it felt somewhat awkward to his ears.

He guessed it was probably Zhang Yulan’s idea, as usual.

A sudden intense tingling sensation surged in his lower back. Yang Fan grunted and abruptly accelerated his thrusts.

The powerful, forceful attacks made Xiao Liu’s pert buttocks quiver loudly.

Among the sharp and crisp slapping sounds, Yang Fan plunged deeply into the Abyss, releasing explosively.

"Ah... Ah..."

Xiao Liu braced herself forcefully against the wall, her pale neck visibly straining.

Perspiration beads at her temples dampened her hair, merging together and streaming down her slightly gaunt cheeks.

Yang Fan paused briefly inside before he finally withdrew.

As he moved aside, Zhang Yulan quickly bent over next to Xiao Liu’s pert buttocks to examine.

"You naughty boy, you weren’t very effective today, you didn’t fill her up," Zhang Yulan teased deliberately.

Yang Fan replied with a laugh, "If I really filled her up, then I definitely wouldn’t be normal."

Zhang Yulan giggled daintily, squatting in front of Yang Fan, tenderly using her moist red lips to meticulously clean the muddied battleground caused by the two of them.

Even though it was a blend of both their flavors, Zhang Yulan showed no hint of disgust, savoring it with a sweet smile.

This woman was truly wild at heart.