Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 433

Chapter 433: Chapter 433

Guan Ping had a figure and attitude that made Yang Fan utterly beyond reproach.

His hand reached out to caress those peach-like, tender hemispheres, and his force became even more robust as he massaged Diwu Ming.

It was truly fantastic!

The shape of these two little things was just perfect.

Fair, plump, soft, their shapes nearly identical, showing absolutely no deviation.

Little Honey Bean was small and delicately pink, just the sight of it was enough to make one drool.

Yang Fan reached out with his right hand to encircle Guan Ping’s slippery slim waist and bent down to bite into it.

"Mmm... Mmm..."

Guan Ping’s delicate body slightly swayed, her eyes clouding over with a hint of haziness.

A girl’s body is generally sensitive, even a slight touch can elicit quite a reaction.

Such indulgence as Yang Fan’s, for them, was undoubtedly intense.

The faint fragrance merged with Guan Ping’s body scent, swirling around Yang Fan’s nostrils, making his blood, already boiling, surge even more uncontrollably. He instinctively increased his force, causing Diwu Ming to moan incessantly.

This kind of little temper from Diwu Ming wasn’t new to him.

The last time she was this stubborn, insisting on a challenge with him, she had already become completely compliant.

Now, seeing Yang Fan, Fan Sisi’s legs almost began trembling even before he started.

"Ah... Ahh ahh ahh..."

"Mmm... Mmm..."

Diwu Ming’s urgent moans mixed with Fan Sisi’s gentle murmurs, creating a mesmerizing melody.

The sound nearly made Yang Fan burst.

At this moment, this was the very embodiment of bliss.

"Sister Ming, your waters seem quite fierce. Don’t tell me you’re already here?" Yang Fan lifted his head from Guan Ping’s embrace, teasingly asked.

Just a moment ago, he had clearly felt a sudden intense contraction from Diwu Ming, and a torrent of tide gushed out.

"Ah... you little rascal, indeed, you do have some skills."

Diwu Ming’s voice carried a thick sense of satisfaction as she moaned.

Yang Fan slapped Diwu Ming’s slightly reddened buttocks, which he had been impacting, "Who told you to come so soon? Hold it in, I haven’t finished yet, and you’re already unable to continue, don’t come again now!"

"Ah..." Diwu Ming moaned but did not agree to Yang Fan’s words.

Yang Fan smiled, turning to Guan Ping, "Little Sister Guan, do you want it?"

Guan Ping pursed her lips, silent.

She was so shy she seemed to have forgotten how to speak.

How could such a girl be the leader in such a place?

It was just utterly inconceivable.

"You don’t know yourself? No matter, I’ll check for you." Yang Fan smiled and reached down.

But he found that Guan Ping had her legs tightly closed, almost seamlessly.

"Come on, spread your legs!" Yang Fan said.

Guan Ping did not move.

"Quickly spread them!" Yang Fan slapped her exceptionally perky buttocks.

A woman who could still arch her buttocks even without high heels, her figure was naturally superb.

Most women need high heels to forcibly prop up their buttocks.

And some, to create the appearance of perky buttocks, even use vain high-tech.

But Guan Ping was genuinely the real deal.

At Yang Fan’s insistence, Guan Ping relaxed her tightly closed legs, shyly turning her head aside.

With just a stretch of his hand, Yang Fan instantly understood why Guan Ping was like this.

She was so wet it almost ran down her thighs.

Indeed, a young girl’s body reacts greatly.

Yang Fan’s finger gently hooked inside and easily penetrated her.

He didn’t encounter the slightest resistance and suddenly realized, Guan Ping didn’t seem to be a virgin.

She had mentioned earlier, according to Diwu Ming, that she had done it very few times.

Hmm... she could barely pass as a virgin.

After all, she genuinely was tender.

Yang Fan chuckled lightly, too excited to remember this detail earlier.

Looking at how tender Guan Ping’s body was, he subconsciously assumed she was a virgin.

Yang Fan slightly shifted his body, adjusting his position slightly for easier access to Diwu Ming and to freely play with Guan Ping.

Smack, smack, smack, smack...

The crisp striking sounds still resonantly echoed, Yang Fan’s fingers rapidly stirring up the tender golden valley, the rushing water almost submerging his entire palm.

"Mmm... mmm..."

She moaned softly, deliberately keeping her voice very low.

"Ah... ah, ah, ah... Fanzi, I can’t, I can’t hold it, I’m going to... ah..."

Diwu Ming gasped for air loudly, crying out intensely.

Yang Fan raised his left hand, giving Diwu Ming’s buttocks a hard slap, "What do you mean you’re going to? Hold it in!"

"Ah, ah, ah... No way, I can’t hold back anymore, ah—"

Diwu Ming suddenly let out a piercing moan, followed by a surge of a tumultuous stream flowing out.

This time, it was even more fierce than before.

Smack!

Yang Fan once again slapped Diwu Ming’s buttocks. "Sister Ming, this isn’t good. How could you so quickly?"

Diwu Ming breathed heavily, weakly lying on the coffee table.

"Ah... I really can’t anymore..."

How could Yang Fan let her rest now? This was far from over.

With his left hand gripping Diwu Ming’s half buttock tightly, he fiercely accelerated the pace of his thrusts.

"Ah... ah, ah, ah, ah... ah, Fanzi, stop, stop, go gentle, ah, ah, ah..."

Diwu Ming’s reactions were quite intense.

Among her hurried shouts, she even included some sobbing.

"Fanzi, I really can’t, start with Little Guan first, start with Little Guan... ah, ah..."

Yang Fan paid no attention to her cries, mustering all his strength, fiercely making her breasts sway violently back and forth, the smacking sounds crisp as if he were hitting someone.

Guan Ping pursed her lips and suddenly whispered to Yang Fan, "Mr. Yang... um, Brother Fanzi, I... I... want it."

Her voice was too soft. Had they not been standing together at that very moment, Yang Fan would’ve missed it almost entirely.

"Do you really want it, or are you trying to divert attention from Sister Ming?" Yang Fan asked with a smile.

He had only just realized that Guan Ping seemed to have a deep affection for Diwu Ming.

However, this affection wasn’t like liking or anything else but more like... loyalty.

To use a rather old-fashioned term, Guan Ping seemed extremely loyal to Diwu Ming.

"It’s me, I want it," said Guan Ping softly.

"Just wait two minutes for me, let me take down Sister Ming first, then I’ll deal with you," Yang Fan said with a smile.

He had to teach Sister Ming a lesson today for daring to challenge him.

This kind of thing has consequences.

"Ah, ah... Fanzi, stop, stop, I was wrong, I really can’t anymore, going on will kill me, ah, ah..."

Under Yang Fan’s intense assault, Diwu Ming’s white flag was already raised high.

"Brother Fanzi, come deal with me, let Sister Ming rest for a bit," Guan Ping said again softly.

It was clear, she still wanted to relieve Diwu Ming.