Chapter 1180: Xiao Ping was eagerly waiting for Lu Yun to move on. Li Xiufang, who had already experienced the strength of Lu Yun's prowess, had waited for a whole week and finally saw him again—now more anxious than Xiao Ping herself. In contrast, Ma Shufen remained relatively calm, though she had previously been nearly knocked out by Lu Yun's attentions and likely still hadn't fully recovered. She stood cheerfully by, watching Lu Yun and Li Xiufang. Having fought alongside Lu Yun and Li Xiufang, Ma Shufen naturally understood what Li Xiufang was feeling—especially the physical sensations. No one, after having personally experienced Lu Yun's unique charm, could better appreciate that transcendent, cloud-like sensation. "Little Yun, Li Xiufang is even more anxious than Xiao Ping. Why don't you first help Xiao Ping regain her composure, and then give Li Xiufang a few rounds—she's been craving it all week!" Otherwise, with her constant urging, even if you managed to crawl onto Xiao Ping's body and engage in those intimate moments with her, Miss Xiufang would still never be quiet. Ma Shufen seized the opportunity, eyes half-closed, smiling gently as she spoke. Though her words carried a touch of humor, Ma Shufen's real intention was to support Li Xiufang. Li Xiufang thought—after all, they were both being pushed by the same stick, and at the crucial moment, it was only natural that someone would speak up for her. Watching Land Yun with such longing, Li Xiufang's heart brimmed with desire. For the past week, every time she went out to work in the fields, her mind kept returning to the scenes of Land Yun lying atop her, his massive body vigorously pressing and moving within her. The first time had been a revelation—she now craved the second, and each time, Land Yun lifted her to the clouds several times. The sensation of being unable to find that fulfillment from her own husband was now completely replaced by the experience she found in Land Yun. How could she, a woman in her prime, not be filled with endless anticipation for Land Yun? Lu Yun rubbed his nose, then winked at Li Xiufang and smiled, saying, "Madam Xiufang, since you've got such a strong desire, I'll give you a few moments of my attention first. But let me make it clear—this is only temporary. My focus remains firmly on Madam Xiao Ping, you understand." Li Xiufang heard this and was delighted, quickly nodding her agreement: "Yes, yes! Just give me a few moments—enough to satisfy me, and let Madam Xiao Ping get a glimpse of your skills as well. That way, she'll be better prepared. Otherwise, when you've only just started, she'll be calling out in pain, insisting you come out—then you'll be left feeling frustrated!" It sounded so generous, yet in truth, it was all about making sure she could be attended to sooner rather than later! Lu Yun smiled gently, then straightened his expression, instantly transforming into someone entirely different, and turned to the patient Li Xiufang, saying, "Madam Xiufang, please turn around." Li Xiufang was taken aback, unable to understand—by now, what was she supposed to do, turning around? "Little Yun, what exactly are you doing?" Li Xiufang asked, her face filled with confusion. Seeing Li Xiufang's look of wistful sadness, Lu Yun smirked, "Madam Xiufang, shall I keep pressing a little longer?" Upon hearing this, Li Xiufang hurriedly turned around, slightly bending her waist to lift the two large, white porcelain plates. Between the two plates, a slender, delicate crevice—like a woman's rosy lips—slowly opened in the dark grassy patch. From within that small opening, a small circular aperture gently released a clear, translucent stream of nectar-like liquid. Li Xiufang cried out loudly, her shaking body seemingly struggling to endure the vigorous thrusts of Lu Yun's penetration. She desperately wanted to step forward a few paces, to draw Lu Yun's member out through the smaller opening at the front, yet she couldn't bear to let go of the satisfying fullness she now felt. Instead, she only released her body's pleasure and the growing sense of strain through her cries. There was a sense of contradiction—yet seeing Lu Yun standing behind her like a statue, motionless, Li Xiufang gradually began to actively push her body back against him. Lu Yun's member had grown even larger than it had the week before. As soon as she began to move, it sank deeper into her, intensifying the dual sensations of both pain and pleasure that now overwhelmed her. "Little Yun, why did you grow so much again?" Li Xiufang trembled all over. Although Lu Yun’s advances had grown a bit more intense compared to last week, for a woman like Li Xiufang—who had already been thoroughly developed by Lu Yun multiple times—such a strong reaction after only a slight shift in attentiveness couldn’t simply be attributed to her being more receptive; it had to be Lu Yun deliberately playing tricks on her. Even as Lu Yun’s body pressed deeply into Li Xiufang’s intimate space, he had quietly activated the peculiar technique known as “playing with women at will,” which Lu Yun’s more refined colleague, the Humble Dragon, had described as a subtle art. As Lu Yun’s member gradually swelled in size, even Li Xiufang, a woman who had been thoroughly cultivated countless times, found it increasingly difficult to endure. "Oh my goodness... Shu-fen, you must have done this on purpose! You want to kill me, don't you?" Li Xiufang immediately cried out in pain. Lu Yun turned to smile at Ma Shu-fen and quickly applied the "Mindful Play with Women" technique, which gently reduced the intensity of the situation, allowing Xiufang to feel somewhat relieved. "Xiufang, now this is truly enjoyable! You two keep dragging things out, fumbling around like that—by the time it's dark, you still haven't managed to get anything done. I've helped you, yet instead of thanking me, you come here to complain about me. What's the point of that? Xiao Yun, don't you think your aunt is absolutely right?" With that, Ma Shu-fen flashed a sly smile and gave Lu Yun a gentle push on the back again. This time, having learned from the previous experience, as soon as Ma Shu-fen's hands touched Lu Yun's back, he swiftly moved, grabbing Xiufang's two arms to prevent her from being thrown forward due to inertia, which would otherwise have caused her to gasp and lose the flow of the situation. This move is commonly known as "driving a carriage." Lu Yun held Li Xiufang's hands, taking a step and simultaneously pushing the equipment forward, while Li Xiufang bent her waist and, without any instruction, began to move gracefully around the room. Thanks to Lu Yun's skill in "playing with women at will," which had made the equipment more compact, Li Xiufang didn't find the posture tiring at all—on the contrary, she felt increasingly fresh and exhilarated, moving in continuous circles, as if she were a well-mounted mare. Ma Shufen watched with growing interest. Last week, she had been carried by Lu Yun around the room, but now this young man had come up with a more engaging posture. Seeing Xiufang's evident pleasure, Ma Shufen was confident that it must be delightful. She resolved to try it herself soon, to experience the sensation. "Well, Lu Yun is simply full of ideas," she chuckled. "I'm determined to fully tap into his potential." Ping, who was sitting on the bed waiting for Lu Yun to mount her, was actually anxious and restless. As she watched Lu Yun guide his large member deep into Li Xiufang’s intimate passage and heard her increasingly desperate cries, a growing sense of fear began to take hold of her. No matter how large or impressive Lu Yun’s member might be, she needed a space that could comfortably accommodate it. After all, even Li Xiufang—someone who had endured men’s members for over a decade—found it unbearable. How could Ping, who had only recently become a woman, possibly endure Lu Yun’s member plunging deep into her? Just as she was about to dress and make a quick exit, she noticed Lu Yun holding onto Li Xiufang’s arm and slowly circling her in the room. What kind of position was this? Ping had been married for just one year, and while her husband often couldn’t fully satisfy her, his physical demands were consistently strong. She had tried many different positions over the years, but something like Lu Yun—moving with the grace of a carriage being drawn—had never been performed before. Curious, Xiao Ping momentarily forgot the discomfort Kui Xiufang was experiencing as Lu Yun's member penetrated her, and instead watched with fresh interest the two figures spinning around in the room. "Is it comfortable?" Xiao Ping sat on the bed. As she observed Kui Xiufang's expression, a wave of warmth surged through her, as if all her earlier fears had vanished. She eagerly anticipated Lu Yun to finally lay Kui Xiufang flat, so that she could mount her and fully explore the tight, inviting passage within. "Little Yun, I'm absolutely delighted! You're getting so good at this—every time you use that big member, I feel so comfortable. I'd like you to keep doing this to me for the rest of my life! Oh my, I can't hold it anymore—I'm going to have to pee! I'm going to have to pee! Please don't look! Don't look! It's so embarrassing!" Kui Xiufang suddenly stopped, gasping and shouting. ... ... Read ad-free, fully text-error-free novels first published on 138看书网 - w.w.w.www.13800100.com, your best choice!