Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 235 Reluctant but Welcoming

Chapter 235: Chapter 235 Reluctant but Welcoming

Zhao Wu’s behavior was just short of telling Yang Fan outright, "I know what you’re doing, go ahead, I can’t see or hear anything."

Although it was slightly awkward, Yang Fan did not want to give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, as he was eager to go further, having just narrowed the gap between him and Pan Xiaoxia.

It would be fine as long as Pan Xiaoxia did not notice Zhao Wu’s subtle actions.

Otherwise, she would probably be unwilling to continue.

They furtively groped each other while someone in front kindly created opportunities for them.

Unless a woman had a skin as thick as a city wall, probably no one could endure such embarrassment.

Yang Fan stole a glance at Pan Xiaoxia, who had her head firmly pressed between the seat and the gap in the car window in front of her.

She seemed to have noticed nothing at all.

Reassured, Yang Fan continued to use his fingers to explore the beauty within Pan Xiaoxia.

Moist and tight, as if a little mouth was eagerly sucking on them.

It seemed that a faint plopping sound emerged from that snug area, but it was completely drowned out by the blaring music.

After a moment, Pan Xiaoxia’s slightly parted legs suddenly clenched tightly together.

That moist, hidden spot instantly gave off a strong suction, contracting intensely.

Before Yang Fan could understand what was happening, his fingers were suddenly engulfed by a flood.

A warm surge flowed over his fingers, penetrating the thin panties, trickling down the tightly squeezed buttocks, and landing on Yang Fan’s leg.

Yang Fan secretly grinned to himself, "This woman is really like a ripe peach."

So much water, it was almost too much to handle.

He could hardly contain himself!

Merely the in and out of his fingers was no longer enough to satisfy his boiling blood.

He wanted to go inside!

He wanted to plunge deep into this enticing peach.

Thinking thus, Yang Fan did just that.

Using his free left hand, he lifted Pan Xiaoxia’s soft buttocks, fumbled with the zipper, and freed his own starving dragon. Then, he quietly pulled her soaked, sticky panties to the side and crept closer as if he were a thief.

But just as he touched her soft buttocks, Pan Xiaoxia’s body stiffened abruptly, and she quickly reached back to stop Yang Fan, preventing him from going any further.

At that moment, Yang Fan was like a bow pulled to its limit; how could he easily compromise?

He grabbed Pan Xiaoxia’s hand, pushed it aside forcefully, and thrust himself in violently.

However, Pan Xiaoxia suddenly twisted her body.

He missed his mark!

Yang Fan used his arm to clasp Pan Xiaoxia’s slender waist while controlling her arm with his left hand, and his right hand slid down the wet golden valley, guiding his brother on a clear path and forcibly breaking through.

Pan Xiaoxia uttered a muffled groan, her body instantly petrified, motionless as if turned to stone.

She didn’t move, Yang Fan did!

After lifting Pan Xiaoxia’s soft buttocks a little to make some room for movement, Yang Fan moved his hips, slowly thrusting in and out.

The position was somewhat strenuous, and he was having trouble exerting his strength.

But Pan Xiaoxia was clearly resisting, and he wanted to quickly subdue this ripe peach.

When his fingers had been stroking inside just moments ago, she not only did not resist openly, but even seemed somewhat cooperative.

Now that the real action had started, Pan Xiaoxia seemed unable to continue.

"Mmm..."

A soft moan drifted lightly from Pan Xiaoxia’s lips.

But just as a sound began, it abruptly stopped.

She pulled away the arm Yang Fan was holding and hastily covered her own mouth.

Seeing this, Yang Fan immediately quickened the pace, thrusting forcefully against those bouncy buttocks.

Even with his physical prowess, finding it somewhat difficult to proceed with Pan Xiaoxia uncooperative in such a position.

"Move on your own!"

Yang Fan whispered into Pan Xiaoxia’s ear, his voice low.

Pan Xiaoxia clutched her sexy lips firmly, her seductive peach blossom eyes seeming to ripple with unspoken spring water.

She flicked a quick glance at Yang Fan, hesitated with a conflicted expression, then gradually relaxed her body.

She moved!

But her movement was more like a shallow probe, its amplitude so slight it was almost imperceptible.

It was hard to tell if she was just feigning modesty, or truly afraid that Zhao Wu in the front seat would notice something off.

But no matter what, she had started moving.

Yang Fan had achieved his goal.

He quietly savored the full, ripe juiciness of Pan Xiaoxia’s peach, a sensation of satisfaction and comfort washing over him.

While wide, powerful strokes had their own thrill, these slow, bridge-over-tranquil-water motions held a unique comfort too.

He went as deep as possible, and this slow rocking in such a state allowed Yang Fan to feel the moisture and tightness inside Pan Xiaoxia very clearly, as if navigating a labyrinth, each sway to the left or right elicited different sensations.

In the front, Zhao Wu, with a cigarette between his fingers, hummed contentedly along with the explosive music.

No longer did he look worried or troubled, even appearing somewhat carefree.

Immersed in his own world, he seemed utterly oblivious to what was happening in the back seat.

As Yang Fan and Pan Xiaoxia connected intimately, the sensation of wetness grew more and more distinct.

With each shift of Pan Xiaoxia’s movements, Yang Fan even felt his member start to slip slightly.

Pan Xiaoxia’s movements gradually quickened.

She seemed to get into the rhythm.

Her soft buttocks pressed against Yang Fan’s waist in rhythmic pulses, then added a circular motion.

This pattern continued, over and over, round and round.

Yang Fan sat up, his left hand wandering under Pan Xiaoxia’s skirt, touching her slightly cool belly as he slid his hand into the undergarment that hardly served as an obstruction, grabbing onto that soft fullness.

This time Pan Xiaoxia did not stop him, but she did seem worried that Zhao Wu would find out and consequently shifted her body to the side.

The balloon-like softness in Yang Fan’s hand was kneaded round, then flattened, then soft again.

Pan Xiaoxia’s nipples were not particularly pronounced, just little ones.

Perhaps because her body was in a state of excitement, they were exceptionally firm, like tiny peas adorning her.

Yang Fan pinched the small nib with his fingers, gently tugged at it, then proceeded to roll and stroke it softly.

Pan Xiaoxia’s body suddenly shook violently, as if she were experiencing a prolonged chill, her hands swiftly gripping Yang Fan’s legs.

She climaxed!

It came without warning, suddenly just like that.

The surging flow instantly engulfed Yang Fan.

The water was so overwhelming that Yang Fan truly felt about to be carried away.

A sly smile curved Yang Fan’s lips, realizing this spot was indeed a woman’s switch; a mere touch worked wonders.