Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 357

Chapter 357: Chapter 357

Yang Fan could actually understand Zheng Yuyu’s situation well, but he was also a businessman.

A businessman couldn’t smash his own rice bowl.

Even if he wanted to help Zheng Yuyu, he would choose another way instead of recklessly cutting prices.

Now, giving in once would make others’ businesses untenable, let alone future deals.

When Zheng Yuyu saw Yang Fan nod, a light suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. Clutching her heavy, soft, and full breasts, she said to Yang Fan with thick shyness yet boldly, "Boss, should we do it here or go to my room? It’s not comfortable to lie down here, but everything else is fine."

"Let’s do it here. Ma Baoyu knows I came to see you. If it takes too long, it might not be good," Yang Fan said.

Zheng Yuyu quickly replied, "Okay, let’s do it here then. After all, as long as it fits in and feels good, I’ll make sure you feel cozy, boss. Even if we don’t lie down on the bed, it’ll be the same."

As she spoke, Zheng Yuyu squatted down in front of Yang Fan and untied the drawstring of his shorts.

The moment Yang Fan’s member was released, Zheng Yuyu’s eyes widened, "Oh, boss, isn’t this too big? Won’t it burst if I fit it in? Let me try first, I’m not even sure I can swallow it whole."

She briefly stroked it with her hand before opening her mouth and taking it in.

Her oral skills were not excellent, but they were decent enough to envelop him comfortably.

Sucking sounds...

Zheng Yuyu vigorously shook her head, intentionally adding a faint moaning sound to stimulate Yang Fan.

Yang Fan let out a comfortable sigh, his right hand moving back and forth, kneading the soft, full breasts.

Each breast was just right for one hand to squeeze.

The matronly breasts were much softer than those of a younger girl, plush and less elastic when squeezed.

After a while of oral work, Zheng Yuyu finally let go.

Her eyes watery, she looked up at Yang Fan and wiped her mouth, saying, "Boss, I’ll lean against the wall and stand, do you want to come from behind, or would you rather hold me? It’s not very deep from the front, you might not feel it that comfortable. Maybe from behind?"

"Do it from behind!" Yang Fan said.

Zheng Yuyu unfastened her belt, pulled her loose wide-leg pants down to her knees, then turned and leaned against the wall, "Go ahead, boss, I wasn’t fooling you, I’m really thick down there, it feels very comfortable. Don’t mind me, do however it feels good, as hard as you like."

She was indeed quite considerate.

Yang Fan spread her perky buttocks and looked; Zheng Yuyu had not lied—she truly was thick.

Such a golden valley was definitely comfortable to engage.

Yang Fan slid his fingers inside, moved them slightly to feel the inner contours of Zheng Yuyu, and fingered her to get her more wet. Without any protection, it was unbearably dry and uncomfortable when too dry.

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

Zheng Yuyu bowed her head, occasionally letting out a moan.

Squelch... squelch... the sound of the wetness grew clearer.

Yang Fan felt it was about right, withdrew his fingers, spread Zheng Yuyu’s perky buttocks a bit more, and then slowly penetrated deeply.

Upon entry, he felt an exceptional tightness, and only after going in all the way did it feel a bit looser.

Zheng Yuyu was a matron but seemed not to do it often.

The external tightness was almost close to that of a younger girl, making Yang Fan feel quite squeezed.

The tight outside and loose inside gave Yang Fan an incredibly comfortable experience.

"Ah... boss, you’re so good at it, filling me up completely in one go, fantastic."

Zheng Yuyu raised her cheeks, letting out a comfortable moan.

Yang Fan caressed, feeling the smooth, elastic buttocks, and slowly deepened his thrusts.

In order to feel more of that tight on the outside, loose on the inside sensation, he deliberately slowed down his pace.

Smack... Smack... Smack...

Each thrust caused her highly elastic buttocks to ripple like water waves.

The splashing sounds, mixed with Zheng Yuyu’s continuous moans, greatly excited Yang Fan.

Who would have thought that a visit just to see Codonopsis could also harvest such erotic blessings?

It must be said, his fate was quite favorable.

"Ah... Ahh... Hiss, ahh, boss, it feels so good, you’re so skilled."

Zheng Yuyu moaned, occasionally letting out a wanton cry.

Yang Fan, with both hands pressed on her highly elastic buttocks, quickened the rhythm of his thrusts.

As he quickened, Zheng Yuyu’s moans also took on a rhythm, like riding a roller coaster, sometimes high, sometimes low, undulating dramatically, causing Yang Fan’s blood to surge and his vigor to rise, inadvertently speeding up the pace once again.

The splashing sounds gradually intensified.

This intense rhythm caused even more fluids to spout.

Before long, it made Yang Fan’s brother down there start to slip.

"Ahhh... boss, so thick, so fast, ahhh... it feels like you’re reaching into my stomach."

Zheng Yuyu screamed in a high pitch, her voice rising again.

At this moment, she couldn’t pretend any longer, and her shouts were truly heartfelt.

The only drawback for Yang Fan was that it wasn’t easy to switch positions here.

He bent down, reached his hands forward, and clutched at her dangling, full breasts, slightly slowing down his pace.

As Yang Fan pressed forward, Zheng Yuyu’s body swung back and forth.

This strange woman provided Yang Fan with an unusual excitement; he wanted to seize the chance to explore all the possible touchpoints.

After massaging for a while, Yang Fan straightened up, grabbed Zheng Yuyu’s arms and hair, and like riding a galloping horse, increased the pace of his thrusts again.

"Ahhh..."

"Boss, do it well, treat me roughly, ruin that fat thing of mine. I’m just a slut, a tool for the boss to vent."

Her dirty talk was surprisingly plentiful, bursting out occasionally, and incredibly varied.

"Boss, give it to me, put all of your thing into my fat thing and fill it up hard."

"Ahhh... Ahhh..."

Under the dual stimulation of Zheng Yuyu’s words and moans, Yang Fan also felt the onset of his climax.

But it was only a slight feeling, and after relaxing a bit, the sensation disappeared.

He stopped, allowing Zheng Yuyu to change position, leaning against the wall, as he took her from the front.

Zheng Yuyu completely took off her pants that were hanging from her knees, then Yang Fan lifted her right leg to his waist and entered deeply again.

Their eyes met, and Zheng Yuyu felt shy.

Her eyes, enticing yet reproachful, dodged his as she dared not meet Yang Fan’s gaze.

This position indeed wasn’t as deep as from behind, but Yang Fan could more conveniently play with her ample breasts.

"Boss, you really know how to handle women, I’ve actually come twice already," Zheng Yuyu panted as she spoke.