Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 432

Chapter 432: Chapter 432

Now all the problems were out in the open; Diwu Ming actually just wanted to have some physical relationship with Yang Fan. Although Yang Fan didn’t know why she would target him, he had nothing to worry about anymore.

Just do it and get it over with.

His left and right hands started working at the same time; his left fingers explored Diwu Ming’s moist ravine while his right hand gently caressed and teased Guan Ping’s tender valley.

Diwu Ming was much gentler than he had imagined. Even though Yang Fan, because of his sitting posture, focused more of his attention on Guan Ping’s fair buttocks, she still looked at him with soft and affectionate eyes.

Those eyes, filled with deep, immeasurable feelings, were like a pool of spring water. Just a ripple would sway one’s spirit and secretly stir the blood.

"Sister Ming, why don’t you bend over there too?" said Yang Fan with a smile.

Out of respect for Diwu Ming’s status and her formidable reputation, he spoke relatively politely.

It was entirely a tone of negotiation.

Diwu Ming chuckled lightly, "Is this how you conquer a woman? I’m afraid you’ll have a hard time in the future!"

Yang Fan’s brows shot up sharply. What did she mean by that? Was she saying he was too polite?

"What the hell are you talking about? Get over there. You’re not happy when I’m polite to you!" Yang Fan withdrew his finger and slapped Diwu Ming’s thigh, "Hurry up!"

Diwu Ming chuckled lightly, "Fanzi, brother, I just love it when you’re unreasonable. Bring out the dominance you had when we first met, when you grabbed my breast; maybe then I’ll be more likely to submit wholeheartedly."

"Fine, I got it. So you like it rough, huh? Just wait, you’ll get what’s coming to you!" said Yang Fan threateningly.

He had given her some respect for her status and exaggerated reputation.

But it seemed she wasn’t pleased with that.

He couldn’t be blamed for being ruthless then, this task was not unfamiliar to him, though he wasn’t yet adept at it.

Diwu Ming turned around and also lay on the coffee table.

Yang Fan looked and felt it seemed too low, not conducive for a good performance.

"Both of you, get on top of the coffee table!" he said.

Neither Diwu Ming nor Guan Ping said a word; they silently complied.

They seemed quite obedient indeed.

Yang Fan admired the two captivating buttocks, each beautiful in its own right.

He forcibly suppressed the unrestrained agitation in his body and placed his palm on Diwu Ming’s soft buttocks.

Although they weren’t as pronounced as Guan Ping’s, they were still nicely curved.

They felt incredibly soft to the touch.

"Spread your legs a bit more; how can I play if you clamp them so tight? Open them more... yes, like that, now it looks beautiful."

Yang Fan watched as her buttocks formed the shape of the number eight and discretely disarmed himself.

Diwu Ming had been played with by him just a while ago, and she was already quite wet, entirely ready for entrance.

He planned to catch her off guard first, appease the tent standing at attention, and then play slowly.

His fingers toyed in the golden valley for a while, then, spreading with both hands, Yang Fan thrust in forcefully.

"Hmm? Ah..."

Yang Fan’s sudden intrusion made Diwu Ming involuntarily let out a soft cry as her buttocks tightened abruptly.

Yang Fan went all the way in one move, pushing to the deepest point, and then he began to slowly savor the inner wetness and tightness.

It was clear that Diwu Ming had been with someone before.

But this fertile field seemed to have fallen into neglect after being cultivated.

The outside was tight, and the inside was even more enchanting.

The tightness alone was mesmerizing; there was also a certain contracting action, not very intense but with an inward suction through its twists and turns that gave Yang Fan an incredibly special sensation.

The sensation was completely all-encompassing comfort from top to bottom.

Yang Fan moved slowly a few times, and after carefully relishing the feeling, suddenly hastened his thrusting motion.

Slap slap slap slap...

The crisp sound of their bodies colliding resounded unmistakably.

It was also accompanied by a series of squishy noises.

"Ah... ah... ahah... ah..."

Diwu Ming’s hands suddenly clenched, and she let out a series of high-pitched moans.

"Sister Ming, are you satisfied with me now?" Yang Fan asked with a smile.

If I can’t handle you, you little minx, it seems like you’re a bit too self-confident.

"Ah... ah... satisfied, at least for now I am... But, if you, you only last three minutes, you’ll only get to test my tightness, and there won’t be a next time," Diwu Ming moaned, her words broken and intermittent.

Yang Fan chuckled softly, "Sister Ming, I’ve staked my claim on your little hole, you’d better start thinking about how to please me in the future!"

Diwu Ming giggled, "Okay, if you can conquer me today, I’ll definitely find all sorts of ways to please you in the future. But if you can’t handle it, don’t blame me for beating you, if you only have a few tricks up your sleeve, I’ll definitely kill you."

"Alright, I hope you’ll be gracious in defeat," Yang Fan said with a laugh.

He was confident about that.

He was no longer the inexperienced kid who hadn’t even eaten pork before.

"Little Sister Guan, move your cute little hands. Help me take her dress off," Yang Fan said to Guan Ping with a smile.

Guan Ping might be the manager in this place, but she really got shy quite easily.

Lying on the table, she felt her face burning up as if it was going to ignite.

She pursed her lips silently, stood up, and unzipped the back of Diwu Ming’s red dress.

The zipper on this kind of dress was on the back and could be pulled down to the waist.

Once unzipped, the dress was essentially taken off; one just had to free the arms.

Diwu Ming’s back was straight and white.

"Sister Ming, it’s such a pity not to cup this back of yours," Yang Fan said jokingly as he stroked it.

The touch was really nice.

Especially considering Diwu Ming’s status, the touch felt even better.

After Guan Ping had removed Diwu Ming’s dress and her undergarments, she obediently stuck out her buttocks and lay on top of Diwu Ming. Her temperament really didn’t fit in with this place at all.

As a manager working here, the aura she exuded was like that of a cultured, delicate, and tender young lady, shy and endearing.

Yang Fan thrust powerfully into Diwu, his buttocks slapping loudly, while he reached out to stroke Guan Ping’s buttocks and the golden valley tightly encased between them.

"Little Sister Guan, stand up," Yang Fan suddenly said.

Guan Ping didn’t make a sound, bit her lip, and stood up, moving to Yang Fan’s side.

Yang intended her just to prop herself up, but she stood up completely.

This was a misunderstanding on Yang’s part, as he had not expressed himself clearly, but he did not repeat his instructions and instead told Guan Ping to take off her top.

Guan Ping, at one meter eighty, was almost as tall as he was. He only needed to lower his head slightly to get a taste.

Although her face was flushed with embarrassment, and she didn’t know where to rest her gaze,

Her movements were quite smooth, without any awkwardness or pretense.

In no time at all, she had peeled herself down to a lovely little white poplar, trousers and all.

She went all the way!