Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 40 - 40 40 Conquering Her with Strength

40: Chapter 40 Conquering Her with Strength 40: Chapter 40 Conquering Her with Strength When Yang Fan said that, the woman didn’t ask for anything more but let out a self-deprecating laugh and asked, “You’ve picked up goods like me today, a wild thing like me.

Are you satisfied with your catch?”

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t satisfied, because I don’t see how wild you are, but you are indeed plump!” Yang Fan laughed as he spoke.

“Are you saying I’m fat?” the woman suddenly turned to ask, “Am I very fat?”

Yang Fan’s words seemed to have wounded her pride; her expression suddenly clouded with a faint shadow.

“I’m not talking about your figure; it’s here!” Yang Fan said with a laugh as he touched the woman’s entrance, “As for your body, I think it’s just right, plump but not greasy, a perfect little chubby.”

The woman’s face flushed red in an instant, “There…

how could there be a difference in fatness?”

“There is a difference; it’s more fun when it’s a bit fatter.” Yang Fan laughed.

Although he didn’t mind the skinny ones with hardly any flesh on their bones, he still preferred it a little fatter down there.

“This…

as long as you think it’s good, that’s fine,” the woman seemed to be shy.

But her cheeks, flushed from within, were already beyond telling whether it was from excitement or embarrassment.

She turned her head away, her right hand holding the phone high, watching the fingering scene between Chen Zhong and the fifth leading lady in the video, and she continued moving.

Under the dual effects of extreme stimulation and anger, it wasn’t long before she overwhelmed Yang Fan for a third time, her whole body trembling as if electrified, with no sign yet from Yang Fan that he was anywhere near finished.

Her eyes, thick with honeyed haze, couldn’t help but moan, “How can you be so incredible?

It’s been almost an hour, and you still haven’t come out?”

“I really don’t want to just yet, the more comfortable I am, the later I’ll come out, I’m just naturally greedy,” said Yang Fan.

Actually, he was close too.

Because once this woman had fully gotten into it, she started squeezing tight.

She was already quite narrow to begin with, and now, with this automatic tightening and squeezing, Yang Fan, despite the immense pleasure, was also struggling to hold on.

“Over an hour and still not finished, you’re what you call a real man.

Chen Zhong, that bastard, I actually believed his load of crap, damn thing!” the woman cursed indignantly.

“Lie down on the table!” Yang Fan ordered, slapping those rounded buttocks heavily.

“Ah—” The woman let out a sharp cry, her full figure trembling slightly once more.

Her eyes sparkled with a bewitching allure; she looked back at Yang Fan and obediently laid down on the table, pressing those heavy, bountiful mounds tightly against the cold surface while reaching back with both hands to open up her own rounded buttocks.

She had just seen this move in the video and was now using it on Yang Fan with eager application.

The sight was truly irresistible to the extreme.

From side to side, it was like mountain ridges and peaks; there was a different beauty from every angle.

Yang Fan admired the view for a moment before launching a forceful thrust.

“Ah— My god, I’m going to die, ah…”

The woman suddenly shouted at the top of her lungs, her voice piercing and high-pitched.

Yang Fan’s sudden attack felt as if he had plunged right into her throat.

Although it was a bit scary, the aftertaste brought her immense delight.

It was like a void inside her being brutally and forcefully filled; the process was a bit frightening, but the feeling of being filled left her so satisfied and comfortable that she couldn’t help but hum and chirp involuntarily.

Smack smack smack…

With the unmistakably clear sound of impact echoed the splashing water noise as well.

Yang Fan could feel it.

He suddenly reached out to grab the woman’s voluptuous waist, and launched into a frenzy of thrusting.

“Ahh ahh ahh…”

The woman, pounded by this ferocious onslaught, felt her consciousness start to drift.

She stretched her hands behind her and grabbed Yang Fan’s arms with all her might, gritting her teeth and enduring the storm-like barrage that, despite its intensity, brought her exceptional thrill.

Suddenly, she realized she liked this wild attack even more.

Although it felt like her heart was about to be squeezed out by this tempest, it was truly more stimulating.

“Ahh ahh ahh ahh…

Ahh—”

Yang Fan suddenly accelerated and then came to a halt.

Upon this exquisite body, he achieved ultimate release.

The woman let go of Yang Fan’s arms and slumped onto the desk like a heap of melted mud.

This was undoubtedly the most comfortable, most electrifying experience of her life.

Soaring repeatedly to the heavens made her instantly fall in love with this act.

What used to be a routine chore, to the point where she would play with her phone while Chen Zhong took his pleasure, each minding their own business.

This chance encounter had completely transformed her understanding of these matters.

So it could actually be this pleasurable.

Yang Fan stood up, tidied up the battlefield of their tryst, and downed the tea on the table that had long since cooled.

Satisfying!

The woman, whose name Yang Fan still did not know, remained in that position for a good five to six minutes before she slowly sat up, drenched in sweat and so exhausted she was nearly spent.

“You really are strong like a young bull, nearly killed me,” the woman said with a light laugh.

“A question your husband just asked somebody else, am I better or is your husband?” Yang Fan asked with a chuckle.

The woman rolled her eyes, “He has the nerve to compare with you?

If he’s not up to snuff, that’s on him, but to belittle all men, that’s just pathetic.”

Yang Fan dressed, “It’s getting late, seems like I should be leaving, I don’t need the phone anymore; you decide what to do with it.”

After such an incident, the woman would surely not want to give up the phone.

“Leaving already?” The woman seemed reluctant, “Why not stay a bit longer?

I’ll make you a meal, and you can leave after eating.”

“Can’t do, maybe another day, I have to make a trip to the county town later,” said Yang Fan.

He planned to sell off some backlogged goods and the medicinal herbs he had received today, and also to see Wei Juan.

With the woman only having that bit of money and no mobile phone, Yang Fan was somewhat worried about her.

“Well, alright then,” the woman said softly with a touch of regret, “If you have time later, you can come to find me.

Oh, by the way, you don’t know my name yet, do you?

I’m Zhang Yulan, and this is my parents’ home.”

“I need to keep the stuff in that phone, indeed I can’t give it to you.

Do this, take the other things away, see if there’s anything useful, and take those bottles of alcohol too.

You can have a drink occasionally; the alcohol is pretty good.”

“No, I don’t want the stuff,” Yang Fan waved his hands and said.

Taking and taking made him uncomfortable.

“Listen to me, all these items were for me to deal with by Chen Zhong; I don’t want to let him benefit now, so take them!” the woman insisted, “Also, leave me your phone number or WeChat, we can…

chat when there’s nothing else going on.”