Several white electric carts drove into the expansive golf course under the cover of night.
One by one, giant lights illuminated the lush greenery.
The men from the front carts disembarked, swinging their clubs and launching white balls toward the distant flags, their laughter and cheerful banter infused with the sheer joy of the sport.
After all, the construction of this golf course was not cheap, and the high cost of each visit solidified its status as a sport for the wealthy. Seeing them swing their clubs wildly, with caddies running back and forth, Lin Fan was not envious.
At that moment, Xu Jiaojiao was already kneeling on the course, eagerly pulling out Lin Fan's Iron Pestle from his trousers and stuffing it into her mouth for a vigorous suck, her agile tongue and skills providing Lin Fan with immense pleasure.
"Ms. Jiao Jiao, don't be in such a hurry, there are others here."
