Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 217: Fresh Stuff

Chapter 217: Chapter 217: Fresh Stuff

Yang Fan wanted to try a new trick, but once he went in, he really couldn’t come out.

He didn’t know how others managed it, but after he got aroused, he had no desire to urinate at all.

He didn’t dare force the issue, as that would surely harm his body, so he could only reluctantly give up.

Initially, he was quite curious about how it was done, but now he just had to put away his excessive curiosity.

What was supposed to be a simple trial had suddenly turned into a full-on start.

Yang Fan had no reservations—since he was already in, why not go ahead?

Those buttocks, resembling full moons, had long made his mouth dry and his blood rush about fervently.

"Mmm..."

Xiao An moaned softly, her voice melodious like a nightingale.

In such places, women typically know exactly how to greatly arouse a man’s desire.

Therefore, her voice was melodious and crisp, and with just one sound, Yang Fan felt his blood rush to his head. He pressed his hands firmly on her slippery buttocks, and smacked those firm and rounded buttocks as he ravished her.

The girl, with her face veiled and eyes curved like crescent moons, turned her head and saw that Yang Fan had already started. She couldn’t help but chuckle, "Little brother, you don’t like to pee, you like to play, huh?"

Speaking coyly, her hand slithered into Yang Fan’s shirt like a slippery loach, her delicate fingers gently caressing his chest, pressing her soft body tightly against him.

Her sigh was as fragrant as orchid, and her soft body made Yang Fan’s body shake violently.

When it comes to seducing, these professionally guided women really have a knack.

Her slippery little hand caressed lightly; she unbuttoned her cheongsam and pulled the zipper open from one side, slowly sliding the cheongsam down to her waist. She wore only a white camisole inside, with nothing else.

The moment she lifted the camisole, two pale plump breasts popped out like nervous escaping rabbits, large but with pale pink areolas, like white buns topped with pink gems.

She moaned softly, her curved eyebrows and eyes full of endless allure, as she used her full breasts to clamp onto Yang Fan’s erection, rubbing it gently up and down.

Silky, soft, stirring up a comfortable feeling in Yang Fan to the point that his body hair nearly stood on end.

It was as if he was caressing a piece of top-quality smooth silk.

"Little brother, wanna try a different little hole?" she cooed seductively.

A woman’s coquetry is her ultimate weapon.

She was so actively pleading—how could Yang Fan refuse?

With a soft pop, he pulled away from the girl named Xiao An, turned around and pressed the seductive-eyed girl beneath him, groping to find the spot, and then made a swift move aimed directly at the core.

Ah, this time it was very smooth!

It seemed because she too had been aroused earlier, so this time it was very silky, yet still very tight!

"Ah... little brother, you’re amazing, I’ve never seen such a robust fellow..."

"Little brother, faster, do me faster, I want it..."

The girl cried out with a moan, her eyes brimming with boundless seduction.

At that moment, Xiao An, her face flushed as if dyed with rosy clouds, sat up, shed her elegant cheongsam, and then stood behind Yang Fan pushing the cart.

"Little brother, that brat Xiao Qing deserves a lesson, don’t hold back, just punish her hard," she said with a mischievous smile.

"Ah that’s right... I’m such a naughty girl, little brother, do me hard, ah... ah..."

Xiao Qing hugged her long legs, shouting unabashedly.

Yang Fan, driven by impulse, had no intention of taking it slow and easy.

His approach now was completely akin to a bull devouring peonies, he just relentlessly plowed ahead.

Soon, sloshing sounds emerged from where the two were intimately connected.

Under Yang Fan’s fierce pressure, water had already been pumped from the well known as Xiaoqing.

"Ah... ah..."

Xiaoqing’s hands tightly grasped her thighs, her face gradually flushing with a rising wave of crimson.

The screams before were feigned, but now they were entirely instinctual reactions from her body.

With Yang Fan’s savage onslaught, her eyelids were almost flipping back.

Xiao An giggled, peeking below, then suddenly reached her hand to where Yang Fan and Xiaoqing were connected, "Little brother, Xiaoqing has already been turned over by you, wow... it’s so stretched open."

"Slut, go away," Xiaoqing suddenly shouted in embarrassed anger.

Yang Fan was thrusting very vigorously, while Xiao An played mischievously below.

Her delicate hands were so gentle, making him extraordinarily comfortable.

If the intense battle lasted about half an hour, Yang Fan finally slowed the pace.

He glanced at the complex equipment in the room, saying, "Let’s try some of those props."

"Sure," Xiao An laughed, "Which one do you want to try? Besides the ’flying trapeze,’ which we don’t know how to use, we can do any other. After all, we only work part-time and don’t often come here. If you want to try that one, it’s okay, but I’m a bit worried about not being able to hold on tight and falling off."

"Are you talking about those rings hanging from the ceiling?" Yang Fan asked.

He hadn’t noticed those things before, but now he was making some guesses.

He knew mostly all about other props, but that thing he really didn’t understand.

"That’s the thing," Xiaoqing explained, "Those who are properly trained would hang their feet in those things and help the clients orally while turning in the air. Or, they hold onto the rings and do it from above."

"We are not formally trained, although we know how to do it, we have never done it."

Upon hearing that, Yang Fan shook his head and said, "Let’s forget about that one, let’s try the others."

Although it sounded very thrilling, he was a bit worried about his manhood.

If he couldn’t hold on tight and fell down, he might have to suffer sterilization.

Taking such a big risk for a new thrill didn’t seem worth it.

"I think so too, it’s safer to try others," Xiaoqing stuck out her tongue and laughed, "If something were to happen, we couldn’t bear the responsibility. As for the other props, little brother, however you want to play, we’ll join you."

"Let’s start with that chair," Yang Fan said.

"Okay."

The three shifted their battleground to a room that was nearly completely sealed when the door was closed.

"Little brother, which one of us do you want to do?" Xiao Qingqing asked flirtatiously.

"Xiao... Xiao An, right? Get on it," Yang Fan said.

Their stage names were a bit arbitrary, hardly distinctive; Yang Fan almost forgot right after turning his head.

Xiao An, with a joyful light smile veiled by thin gauze, lay on the rocking chair.

The chair had a very unique design and seemed to have multiple functions.

Xiao An lay down and fiddled with it; she adjusted the chair by lifting the armrests, then placed her feet up.

The moment she struck that pose, Yang Fan was immediately dazzled.

No wonder Old Zhou was so keen on coming here.

This place was indeed exhilarating!