Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 403

Chapter 403: Chapter 403

After resting for nearly half an hour, Yang Fan finally started moving again.

The near-half-hour break had shaken off all the anticipation he had been building up before, and when he entered her again, it was as if starting anew.

Spreading the woman’s slender legs apart, he plunged into her moist and tight haven, his blood fired up in an instant.

Each deep thrust was unforgettable, irresistibly compelling.

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

Although the sensations Yang Fan had felt before seemed to have dissipated completely, starting over from scratch,

the fair-skinned woman with double eyelids and worldly-wise eyes seemed to retain her earlier sensations. Yang Fan had only just begun, and she was already unable to hold back her cries.

Her heightened emotions and intense voice also stirred Yang Fan’s mood, making him involuntarily speed up, thrusting harder and faster with each move.

Sometimes Yang Fan couldn’t control himself; he enjoyed the stormy, fierce rhythm of entering her as much as he did the slow, delicate sensations, savoring the uncontrollable pleasure of it all.

Slap, slap...

The clear sound of water echoed again from where their bodies were tightly joined.

Yang Fan brought the woman’s legs together, then sat up, bending his knees slightly, and pressed into her smooth, round buttocks, as ripe as a peach, with a forceful thrust.

This position allowed for deeper penetration.

Her expression changed drastically in an instant, her hands clinging tightly to Yang Fan’s arms.

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

Looking into the woman’s misty eyes, Yang Fan asked, "Does it feel good when I do you like this?"

"Ah, ah... It feels good, but it’s just too taxing," the woman cried out with a delicate voice.

Once again, she couldn’t control her voice, almost screaming at the top of her lungs.

"If it feels good, how can it be too taxing?" Yang Fan asked with a smile.

This didn’t make much sense to him.

Pleasure should be enjoyable, after all.

"You’re being too rough; I can’t take it, can’t take it... ah, ah, ah..."

The woman gasped heavily, crying out in a tender voice.

Seeing that she seemed to be coping well at the moment, Yang Fan did not pay further attention and continued to move at his own pace, thrusting deeply and then shallowly.

After changing positions three times and going at it for another good half hour,

the slender woman, who disliked wearing tight clothing, was once again drenched in sweat, her panting so intense it was uncontrollable, her neck veins nearly bulging.

Her hands alternated between clutching the sheets and Yang Fan’s arms, as if she had nowhere to rest them.

"You... haven’t you finished yet?" she asked, panting violently.

Yang Fan considered for a moment, then said, "It might take about the same amount of time again."

"What?!" The woman exclaimed in shock, seemingly a little frightened.

"You’re... ah... ah, ah... you’re just too much; you’re really going to wear me out. What woman can withstand such torment, ah, ah..."

"I think you should be able to handle it; don’t worry," Yang Fan said with a laugh.

Even though the woman’s cries were intense, he felt that by now, she had somewhat adapted to his rhythm.

After a while, they moved onto the floor.

With her hands against the wall, Yang Fan took her from behind.

This position, in fact, made it easier for Yang Fan to exert more strength.

Almost half an hour later, when the woman cried out that she needed a break once more, Yang Fan finally seemed to be getting into it.

"Hang in there a little longer, I’m about to come," Yang Fan grasped the woman’s idle waist, thrusting against her incredibly elastic buttocks one after another.

The sensation of his body colliding was quite remarkable; although her buttocks weren’t especially plump and pert, failing to create a ripple-like effect, they were exceptionally soft with a great rebound.

"Ah ah ah...don’t lie to me, I really can’t take it anymore, my heart is about to leap out," the woman moaned intensely, her voice once again taking on a crying tone as she spoke loudly.

Yang Fan chuckled, "Why would I lie to you, I’m really close...ah, no, I’m coming!"

As he spoke, that intense feeling suddenly surged forth.

Yang Fan abruptly quickened his pace, pounding into her with forceful, smacking sounds.

"Ah—ah—ah—ahhh!"

The woman’s intense moans sounded as if she were crying.

Yang Fan plunged deeply a few more times, releasing himself completely in the deepest part of the woman.

An utterly satisfying release.

That feeling was overwhelmingly sublime.

The woman’s body shook violently, her moans sounding like she had just run eight kilometers, with a hoarse voice emerging from her throat, and her long legs were trembling so much that she seemed unstable.

Yang Fan stayed inside for a little while before withdrawing with immense satisfaction.

Unbeknownst to them, the fluids had already trickled down the woman’s thighs, and the area of the Golden Valley was now a muddy mess, slightly sticky due to their continued collisions.

"You... bad man."

The woman’s misty eyes glared at Yang Fan for a moment, then she squatted down against the wall, weak and tender.

Purr... purr purr purr...

A strange noise emanated from the woman’s golden valley.

Her cheeks, already flushed with a heavy blush, suddenly took on an unnatural tinge of shyness.

Yang Fan deliberately asked, "What’s happening here?"

The woman rolled her eyes, "It’s all your doing."

"Come on, spread your legs a little, let me have a look," Yang Fan squatted down in front of her.

The woman expressed her refusal, "There’s nothing to see, it’s your thing, why do you need to look?"

"I made it into your inside, I think I should appreciate it," Yang Fan said.

The woman rolled her eyes even bigger, clenching her legs tighter, and muttered, "Filthy hooligan."

Yang Fan laughed heartily.

This girl really didn’t seem like the kind to be shy.

But right now, she seemed about ready to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Seeing her resistance, Yang Fan gave up on the idea of delving further.

Having been so thorough already, he thought it best to give her some space.

He found some tissues and handed them to the woman, "Are you planning to wash, or is wiping enough?"

"I definitely need to wash, look at the mess you’ve made me, how can I not wash? You foul thing, it feels like you’ve really done some damage, it hurts a bit inside," the woman muttered reluctantly.

Of course, Yang Fan wouldn’t admit to that, "That must be your imagination."

"Pfft, it’s my own body, how could it be my imagination? Where’s the bathroom?" After wiping the Golden Valley with the tissues, the woman asked, her legs trembling as she stood up.

"It’s in the corner of the courtyard, you’ll see it once you go out," Yang Fan said.