Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 284

Chapter 284: Chapter 284

"This ass, it’s amazing!"

Yang Fan’s right hand kneaded and played with those elastic buttocks, lifting Wu Xuelan’s skirt.

"Ah... hmm..."

Wu Xuelan cooed, "Fanzi, can you see if I’m all wet?"

Yang Fan hadn’t seen yet.

Because beneath the skirt was a pair of black stockings, which even though allowed a vague view of the shape of the golden valley, it was not apparent whether it was wet.

Yang Fan pressed his palm against it, and a moist trace immediately permeated his fingers.

"Indeed it’s soaked, but I wonder if your gate is open?"

"It is open, it has been open for a while, eagerly waiting for you to enter," Wu Xuelan said softly, swaying her buttocks left and right in tune with Yang Fan’s teasing.

Rip!

With a crisp sound, Yang Fan tore apart those black stockings.

For some reason, it seemed that women became even more alluring once they put on such things.

It was quite magical, indeed.

Through the tear in the black stockings, the damp golden valley revealed its true form.

In its current state, it resembled the wet reed marsh, where among the lush vegetation, it glistened with wet sheen.

Yang Fan rubbed and pressed his palm, and with two fingers sliding in together, they slipped inside effortlessly.

"Ah... Fanzi, do you feel how much I want you to do me?" Wu Xuelan panted, asking softly.

"I don’t feel it very clearly, your gate isn’t fully open yet," Yang Fan said playfully on purpose.

"My gate, it’s supposed to be smashed open, ah ah... ah..." Wu Xuelan giggled, increasingly putting effort into moving her lips and tongue, doing her utmost to swallow and lick.

Yang Fan delicately explored Wu Xuelan’s insides with his fingers, the sound of the water squishing loudly.

"Ah ah ah... Fanzi, I can’t take it anymore, I can’t ah... ah..."

Wu Xuelan’s perky buttocks trembled rapidly, so thoroughly fingered by Yang Fan that she no longer had the opportunity to continue using her mouth for him, as if at that moment, all sensations in her body converged on that single point.

"Fanzi, I want you, come do me, I want you to ruin me, ravage this promiscuous nest of mine..." Wu Xuelan cried out in disarray, her unrestrained words spilling out without a trace of shyness.

Yang Fan, unfazed, bent his hand slightly and quickly scratched itchy circles around that spot.

Making love to Wu Xuelan, he didn’t need to think about being gentle or cherishing the fragrance—a sentiment reserved for the delicate; he could do her however he liked.

"Ah ah ah... Fanzi, don’t... don’t stop!"

"Ah... I can’t take it, ah... Fanzi, do me, do me hard, I can’t take it anymore."

Wu Xuelan pressed her head hard against the fallen reed stalks, her buttocks twitching as her cries became more and more strident.

Her rationality seemed to have completely vanished in such emotion, leaving only the stimulation that was like waves crashing ashore, making her feel dizzy and almost weightless.

Yang Fan didn’t stop, but instead increased the pace of his fingering.

He wanted to see if he could make Wu Xuelan squirt.

But as it turned out, such things really depended on one’s physique.

Even though Wu Xuelan had been played by him to such an extent, her buttocks shaking as if electrified, she still didn’t squirt.

It seemed that she didn’t possess such potential.

Yang Fan pulled his fingers from the wet crevice, flicked them a couple of times, then gripping his own raging member, he thrust it fiercely—an arrow to the bullseye, penetrating deeply.

"Ah!!!"

Wu Xuelan suddenly cried out, her head snapping back.

With that one thrust, her soul seemed to soar.

Pinning her round buttocks framed in black stockings, Yang Fan plunged deep inside.

However, he didn’t thrust in and out with wide, deep strokes; instead, he stayed pressed deep inside Wu Xuelan, rapidly pounding at another gateway within her innermost depths.

Suddenly, that spot tightened violently, as if a small mouth had sucked him in.

Yang Fan’s expression showed a trace of surprise.

Although the sensation was incredibly pleasurable, had he taken a wrong turn?

"Is this okay?" Yang Fan asked, not entirely sure.

"It’s fine, it just went deeper. Move, Fanzi, keep moving, it feels so good," Wu Xuelan moaned softly.

Hearing that it was all right, Yang Fan immediately stopped holding back.

The feeling of being sucked by that small mouth was truly exquisite.

This feeling was so unique that it was hard to put into words.

If he had to describe it, it would be layers of tightness swirling with stimulation, the very tip and the other areas providing Yang Fan with two distinct sensations. It was as if he had penetrated a nested set of chambers in Golden Valley, one layer outside and another within.

Usually, that spot should be out of reach.

Yet for some reason today, not only had he touched it, but he had also squeezed into it.

Thrust, thrust.

Yang Fan’s hands firmly grasped Wu Xuelan’s buttocks, slamming into her depths, one thrust after another, earnestly savoring the wonderful experience this double stimulation brought him, so pleasurable that he felt he might lose control at any moment.

"Ah, ah, ah... Fanzi, you’re so amazing, so strong, no, I can’t take it anymore, you’re really going to kill me..."

Wu Xuelan cried out with a high-pitched voice, shouting without any attempt to conceal the sound.

This volume made Yang Fan a bit nervous; he feared that half of the reed marsh might have heard her.

"Ah, ah, ah... Fanzi, you’re really tearing me apart, ah, please, don’t stop..."

Yang Fan suddenly burst into laughter.

She cried that she couldn’t handle it, yet she asked him not to stop.

DId she want him to go faster or slower?

Yang Fan bent down slightly, grabbing Wu Xuelan’s long hair.

This was a spontaneous move, but the pleasure instantly doubled.

Quite stimulating!

Even though he didn’t use much force, Wu Xuelan’s cheeks, flushed with a deep blush, couldn’t help but lift up.

"Fanzi, hurry, do me hard, I am your garbage bin, wreck me, oh, ah..."

She shouted deliriously, completely engulfed by the intense sensations.

Yang Fan’s mouth twitched slightly.

Garbage bin...

What an absurd description.

He knew the village women had a habit of giving earthy descriptions to these acts, especially making wild animal comparisons.

But Wu Xuelan’s ’garbage bin’ still shocked him.

Slap, slap, slap, slap...

The intense slapping sounds reverberated through the reed marsh, accompanied by Wu Xuelan’s frenzied, incoherent shouting, startling the nearby birds into a chaotic flurry of tweets and fluttering wings.

It continued for almost half an hour before Wu Xuelan finally quieted down, her moans turning into low panting.

However, Yang Fan was getting more and more excited.

He ripped off Wu Xuelan’s black silk stockings encasing her buttocks and slapped her ample backside.

"Shout, shout out loud."

"Ah... I can’t do it, Fanzi, I can’t shout anymore, I really can’t..."