Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 44 - 44 44 Let Me Try for You

44: Chapter 44 Let Me Try for You 44: Chapter 44 Let Me Try for You The soft red cherry adorning the snowy plateau grew firmer under Yang Fan’s relentless sucking.

“Mmm…

Mmm…” Wei Juan hooked her hands around Yang Fan’s neck and let out sultry moans like fragrant breaths.

Despite her best efforts to restrain herself, the sounds inadvertently slipped out.

Her face turned increasingly flushed, rapidly changing to a deep blush.

Her long legs, draped over Yang Fan’s lap, intertwined restlessly, rubbing and pressing against each other, as her buttocks unconsciously moved closer to a certain part of Yang Fan, starting an incredibly subtle friction.

Even though Wei Juan’s actions were quite discreet, how could such movements escape Yang Fan’s senses?

He was extremely sensitive and excited at that moment; even a slight movement was distinctly felt, let alone such soft rubbing.

His right hand quickly reached around Wei Juan’s waist, unbuttoned her trousers, and yanked down both the trousers and the pink panties beneath.

He pushed them to her knees; Yang Fan did not bother fully removing them as he quickly shed his own clothes and lifted the bare-butted Wei Juan back onto his lap.

Caught in a haze of passion, Wei Juan jerked in surprise at Yang Fan’s action and hurriedly tried to stop him, “This isn’t right, you know it can’t go in…”

“I know, but you can clamp like you just did,” Yang Fan said with a smile.

“What?” Wei Juan’s face paused slightly confused, “Is…

is that comfortable?”

“It feels okay to me,” Yang Fan said with a mischievous grin.

“Okay, alright, then I…

will try.” Wei Juan’s face flushed as she lowered her head and gently moved her smooth buttocks, “Like this?”

“Exactly, exactly, although I can’t quite experience your depth, this feeling is still pretty good,” Yang Fan said with a smirk.

This was a desperate makeshift solution, a sort of consolation, perhaps.

In Wei Juan’s bright eyes, a hint of conflict emerged as she mustered up the courage to say, “Fanzi, perhaps I should try…

using my mouth?

I know it can be done this way, but I’ve never done it before.

If it’s uncomfortable, you’ll tell me, okay?”

These words made Yang Fan’s eyes gleam sharply.

“Then I’ll lie down, and you come on top reversed?” Yang Fan suggested.

Reminded of Chen Zhong’s favorite sixty-nine, Yang Fan also felt a bit excited.

But Wei Juan suddenly looked frightened and shook her head repeatedly, “Fanzi, no, mine…

doesn’t look good…”

“I already know what it’s like, what’s there to not look good?” Yang Fan said, softly persuading her with a smile.

Wei Juan shook her head as fiercely as a rattle-drum, very determined, “No, it can’t be done.”

“Let me see, I like it no matter what it looks like,” Yang Fan earnestly said, “Besides, I’ve already touched you there before, I know exactly what it’s like, so why would you be afraid of me looking?”

“Think about it, if I didn’t find it attractive, why would I even suggest this?

Come on.”

“Ah…

you, you…” Wei Juan hesitated, deeply conflicted in her expression.

Yang Fan’s request left her somewhat unprepared; that place was a private and now a sensitive scar in her heart.

“How about I start first, then you help me?” Yang Fan said gently.

With this highly sensitive woman, he dared not adopt a more forceful approach, only capable of gently coaxing.

“Well…

alright then.” Wei Juan’s voice said, wavering with immense embarrassment.

Whether it was excessive nervousness or inescapable shyness, it made her speak unevenly.

Her voice was so soft that Yang Fan could barely hear it.

However, fortunately, she finally agreed.

Yang Fan’s heart filled with joy.

He quickly stripped off his clothes and lay down on the bed, which was not very soft and still had a hint of dampness.

The neatly spread quilt still carried a faint scent of Wei Juan.

Yang Fan lay down first, then he helped Wei Juan, whose buttocks had rounded into perfect peaches, and positioned them above his neck.

There, one could vaguely see a trace of a scar, but if not examined closely, it seemed natural.

Wei Juan was truly ruthless to herself.

Other women hid all their shame and ran to the hospital for cosmetic treatments to look better.

She, on the other hand, did the exact opposite, turning herself into a stone woman with cosmetic surgery.

Yang Fan propped a pillow under his head and indulged with both hands and mouth on Wei Juan’s near-perfect, peach-like buttocks.

Although he could not reach the ultimate boundary, Wei Juan’s area could still be considered adorably perfect.

There was no overgrown weeds, nor any other odors, very clean.

“Ah… Mmm…”

Wei Juan’s round buttocks instinctively dodged, and she let out moans that were hard to suppress.

Her insides were sensitive, and her body was like that of a virgin untouched, almost leaking at every touch.

After the teasing from Yang Fan before, her body was already at its limit to endure.

While moaning, she suddenly converted her inner desire into action, and began to swallow hungrily and fiercely.

Feeling her warm, soft mouth, Yang Fan couldn’t help but groan.

So comfortable!

Although there was a noticeable bite, the pleasure outweighed it significantly.

Moreover, Wei Juan’s intensity was exceptionally fierce, starting at a very high frequency.

This frequency made Yang Fan feel an almost unbearable stimulation in an instant.

“Mm… Mm…”

Because her mouth was stuffed, Wei Juan’s moans turned into low mumbles, sounding like crying, but the tone was entirely excited.

She too was made comfortable by Yang Fan, her body gradually relaxed completely.

The subconscious minor reactions of a person often reflect the activities of their heart.

When Wei Juan’s buttocks no longer dodged but instead slowly pressed down, Yang Fan knew he had succeeded.

And he had pleasured Wei Juan effectively.

“Really amazing, Sister Wei.

What a fantastic mouth you have,” Yang Fan sincerely exclaimed during a pause.

This was his first time experiencing this, but just this once, he was already becoming enamored with it.

The busy Wei Juan had no time to respond to Yang Fan’s words, only becoming more vigorous in her efforts.

Yang Fan used his fingers to feel Wei Juan’s depth, while his right hand reached out to grab her exceptionally violently shaking, ample buttocks and started kneading them hard.

The only regret was the inability to perform that final step.