Chapter 210 of "Rural Beauty in Her Prime," Section 210: Push and Pull, Part 2 "Ah, Guiying, what are you doing? It's killing me! Let go! This content consists of the textual narrative from Chapter 210 of 'Rural Beauty in Her Prime.' Inside the earth cave, Ma Cuihua emits a series of muffled murmurs, which suddenly escalate into a piercing, agonizing cry. After Lu Yun whispered a series of soft words into her ear, Cheng Guiying bursts out with a series of low, playful laughs, making Ma Cuihua shiver all over with gooseflesh. However, Lu Yun's voice was so soft that Guiying couldn't quite grasp what he said, even after listening for a while—her heart grew increasingly uneasy. In the dim light, Lu Yun embraced Ma Cuihua from behind, his hands vigorously kneading her two firm, full breasts. Meanwhile, Cheng Guiying lifted one of Ma Cuihua’s legs and slightly bent her body, resting it on her shoulder, causing Ma Cuihua to cry out in pain. "Miss Cuifhua, what's your name? If you can't endure hardship Lu Yun held the fuse of the bomb and chuckled nastily as he counted out. Ma Cuihua, who wasn't slender to begin with, had her legs pressed against Cheng Guiying's shoulders—how could she possibly endure it? Just as she was about to struggle and shout a complaint, Lu Yun's words reached her ears, and her temper flared. "You little brat! What's your game? I can just let you do whatever you want, but why must Guiying aunt carry my legs? My muscles are nearly being pulled to shreds!" Hearing the displeasure in Ma Cuihua's voice, Lu Yun suddenly released her and stepped in front of her, together with Cheng Guiying, pressing her body firmly against the wall. Though the two large white sheets remained a short distance from the wall, Lu Yun grinned mischievously. "Cuihua aunt, I'm going to tuck you in now—don't worry, I'll be gentle." Ma Cuihua's body pressed against the earth wall, her clothes now stained with dust and sweat, clinging uncomfortably to her. Yet it wasn't all bad—she now had a good layer of mud on her, which would surely keep the mosquitoes at bay. This content It was clear that Ma Cuihua was quite uncomfortable with this position. Lu Yun thought for a moment and then said to Cheng Guiying, "Uncle Guiying, could you wrap Cuihua's legs around your waist? That way, she'll feel more comfortable." Cheng Guiying looked at Lu Yun with a look of confusion, but said nothing and simply wrapped Ma Cuihua's legs around her waist as suggested. Finally, Cuihua exhaled in relief—no longer having to endure that tearing pain—and glared at Lu Yun, saying, "Little pigheaded fellow, what exactly are you trying to do now?" Lu Yun gently massaged the two 'bombs' at her chest and smiled cheerfully, "What else? We came here precisely so I could insert myself into your fox-hole. What's wrong, Aunt? Don't you want me to do it?" Lu Yun spoke with such innocent simplicity that Ma Cuihua felt as though she were listening to a story told by someone whose body was trembling with nervousness—someone who had just been watching Lu Yun and Cheng Guiying enjoy themselves, and who now, unable to contain her own growing excitement, felt an urgent itch deep inside her fox den, forcing her to face Lu Yun with a thick face and ask him to perform a self-massage in front of Cheng Guiying. After enduring such a long time, she had already been suffering from the intense heat and pressure, yet Lu Yun, as if deliberately tormenting her, had now said such words. Ma Cuihua, now fully committed, decided to stand her ground. After all, she had just witnessed Cheng Guiying being thoroughly excited by Lu Yun’s attentions, so she no longer feared any further teasing. With gritted teeth, she said, “You little turtle, you’ve made me soaked all over with water, and my private spot is itching terribly. How can you claim I don’t want you to insert yourself? Are you doing this on purpose?” Lu Yun hadn’t yet responded. Cheng Guiying reached out and gently patted Ma Cuihua’s vaginal opening, then laughed cheerfully, “ "Ma Cuihua's legs were held tightly by her, and she had already been boiling with anger. Now, all that fury poured out as she spat, 'Guiying, let me be clear—when you were married, the first time your husband tried to get you going, you didn't even make that much of a fuss, did you? I was so fed up, I almost wanted to go through a whole series of trials just to get you to open up. Now you dare to complain about my moans? Do you really think your current fox-like passion is any better than when it hasn't been squeezed by Lu Yun's attentions?' Cheng Guiying blushed instantly, stammering, unsure of what to say. Indeed, she had been thoroughly worked over by Lu Yun, and her body was now red, warm, and aching—especially deep inside, as though Lu Yun had pushed through her completely, with a steady, cool, almost refreshing sensation of cool air being drawn in. 'Cuihua Aunt, it was my idea,' she said, 'so please don't hold it against me. If you don't like this, we can always go back to the old days and just enjoy the 'youthful push-and-p Lu Yun timely stepped in to mediate. Ma Cuihua was sharp-tongued and critical, and if left to continue her outburst, the two women would surely end up clashing. Especially Cheng Guiying, who though usually quiet and reserved, could match Ma Cuihua in intensity when she truly got going—what was called "reserved elegance" was probably just that. It seemed even in the dim light, Ma Cuihua could sense Cheng Guiying's disdain. She straightened her posture, gave a firm shake of her chest, where two "bombs" of confidence swayed, and exclaimed, "Let's go then! Do I need to be afraid of you? Let's begin right now!" Lu Yun and Cheng Guiying exchanged a glance, smiled gently at each other. Lu Yun then said, "Then, Madam Cuihua, let's begin right away!" He then turned to Cheng Guiying and added, "Madam Guiying, please cooperate with me. You'll be rewarded handsomely if you do." Cheng Guiying was amused by his tone, but Ma Cuihua burst out: "What's going on between you two? You promised to include me, yet you just stand there chatting all the while, treating me like I'm not even there!" Both Lu Yun and Cheng Guiying chuckled at the same time. Suddenly, Cheng Guiying grasped one of Ma Cuihua's arms, while Lu Yun did likewise, holding her with the other arm. With his free hand, Lu Yun then wrapped Ma Cuihua's legs around his waist just as Cheng Guiying had done—immediately leaving Ma Cuihua suspended in the air, her legs widely spread, her fox-hole completely exposed to the dim light. Cheng Guiying promptly stepped around to Lu Yun's back, releasing her grasp on Ma Cuihua's arm and instead reaching for the leg now held in Lu Yun's arms. As Ma Cuihua leaned back, instinctively resting her head against Lu Yun's neck, Lu Yun seized the opportunity to steady her two large, smooth thighs with both hands, and without turning around, called out to Cheng Guiying: "Aunt Guiying, now you can pull her back." "Upon hearing this, Cheng Guiying suddenly pulled at Ma Cuihua's legs, drawing her back sharply. Lu Yun's timing seemed perfectly calculated—as Cheng Guiying pulled back, Ma Cuihua's body leaned toward her, and Lu Yun's body struck the target with precise accuracy. The coordination was simply exquisite. Ma Cuihua was stunned, her eyes rolling back, clutching Lu Yun's neck with both hands, murmuring in discomfort. 'Uncle Guiying, shall we begin?' Lu Yun said. At once, Cheng Guiying understood and wrapped her arms around Ma Cuihua's legs, pushing and drawing them back and forth like a windbox. Though Ma Cuihua was sturdy and well-built, she still remained within Lu Yun's physical capacity. With both hands supporting her broad, firm thighs, she didn't feel particularly strained. The real strength came from behind—Cheng Guiying's vigorous pushing and pulling, her arms firmly holding Ma Cuihua's legs, effectively relieving much of the weight from Lu Yun. 'Aunt Cuihua,' Lu Yun said, 'does this feel fresh and new to you?' Lu Yun firmly gripped the two large, white sheets. With every push and pull, the two "bombs" at Ma Cuihua's chest brushed against his chest, rubbing comfortably against him. ... Rural Beauty 210, Main Text 210 Push-Pull Update Complete!