When Lin Fan opened the car door, he saw the two women were even more spirited in their play.
Qu Liping leaned against the left rear car door, her legs spread wide, as she pressed Cai Jing’s head to continuously lick the abyss within her flower bed, while Cai Jing, sticking out her butt, presented her own garden to Qu Liping’s mouth, shaking her hips back and forth and making whimpering sounds.
Lin Fan chuckled and sat on the folded down back seat, turning the Land Rover’s back seat into a natural big bed, spacious enough for all three to unfold their desires.
"Let the master try your new skills!"
Qu Liping hastily patted Cai Jing’s upturned rear, and she obediently crawled over to Lin Fan, her face flushed as she undid Lin Fan’s belt and once again took his still rigid iron pestle into her mouth.
And now, after being coached, her teasing was especially distinct, her little tongue sometimes flattening, sometimes curling around the iron pestle continuously enveloped by it, and while it moved up and down, she let out a series of soft moans.
"Not bad, not bad, you’ve improved in just a short while, you’re really an old player!"
Lin Fan pinched Qu Liping’s cheek and said, "Just now, going upstairs, Xie Qian insisted on practicing her newly learned skills in real action, didn’t she get it from you too?"
"Of course, I helped her with that secretly, but that was just an entry-level skill. Wait until I let the master enjoy the advanced level."
Qu Liping moved over to Lin Fan’s other side, bent down, and with her little mouth, competed with Qu Liping for ownership of the iron pestle, simultaneously reaching out a small hand to gently tease Lin Fan’s chest, all the while giving him a fawning look.
"How advanced is it?"
Feeling the iron pestle being stirred in the mouths of both women, Lin Fan became quite curious about how much more advanced it could be.
"Master, you just watch."
Qu Liping spat out the iron pestle, patted Cai Jing’s butt, and she immediately flipped over to ride Lin Fan’s chest, but her mouth, which was still encasing the iron pestle, did not slacken in the slightest. Meanwhile, Qu Liping moved down to Lin Fan’s feet, lifted his legs, and let Cai Jing hold them, only then did she bow down and wander her tongue over Lin Fan’s chrysanthemum.
"Hold on... you want to play with my back door!"
Lin Fan instinctively clenched his buttocks; he had never tried this and felt somewhat uncomfortable with the thought of this non-heterosexual method.
"Master, relax, I guarantee you’ll feel good, it won’t hurt at all."
Qu Liping continued to smile and use her tongue to encircle the flower slowly, occasionally flicking the clip back and forth, causing waves of numbing pleasure that gave Lin Fan a completely new stimulus.
Meanwhile, Cai Jing never stopped sucking on the iron pestle; this was her exclusive job, while her secret garden faced Lin Fan’s face so he could use both hands to play in the babbling brook, especially the pink abyss inside, still vibrating wildly.
"Truly a blessing shared by all, wonder who invented this!"
Lin Fan lost his defenses in both areas but felt an unprecedented comfort, especially Qu Liping’s tongue which felt like a soft electric drill, continuously stimulating the depths of that chrysanthemum, the softness not painful but rather itchy with pleasure.
"Actually, this is the prostate pleasure exclusive to men, something women can never experience in their lifetime; that’s why homosexuality exists. But even without a man, it is still achievable."
Qu Liping wiped the saliva from her mouth and patted Cai Jing, who also bent down immediately to learn from Qu Liping and started servicing Lin Fan’s backdoor. With the switch between the two women, the pleasure descended once more, and as his fingers played through Qu Liping’s bushy ravine, Lin Fan suddenly remembered Su Yufei.
"By the way, Xie Qian mentioned earlier that teacher was extremely promiscuous, often changing boyfriends; can you tell?"
"It probably isn’t so. From my experience, her walking posture clearly indicates she is intact; how could she be that messed up?"
Qu Liping, toying with the iron pestle, curiously replied.
"Could it be that Xie Qian is worried something might happen between me and her, so she made it up?"
Lin Fan also agreed with this view; Su Yufei’s figure and stance didn’t seem like someone who had been overexploited.
"That probably isn’t the case either; after all, lying in front of the master is the first step of being a slave. From Xie Qian’s behavior, she wouldn’t likely tell such a lie. After all, a slave isn’t a person but a lower being, absolutely not interfering with any decisions of the master."
Qu Liping licked the iron pestle and said, "Eh, I heard something about Xie Qian’s school, that there’s a queen in the play circle who specializes in training men. Supposedly, she’s quite beautiful, comes from a good family, well-spoken, yet her methods are quite cruel. The double blows from the physical and psychological aspects are highly appreciated by men in the circle who like to be trained, known as the Dark Night Queen. It is incredibly hard to get her to train you, but Hou Changyao’s personality would never accept training from someone else, so I haven’t met her. But could it be her?"
"She is the Dark Night Queen? No way!"
Hearing this, Lin Fan was truly astounded.
If under that obedient appearance hid such a burning heart, it would be insanely shocking.