Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Finally, ten minutes passed, and Ronan stood there, calm and composed, showing no intention of shooting.

Alice stepped back, and Zhao Yingqi came over.

"Seriously? You want me to beg for mercy like this?" Ronan said with a smile.

Zhao Yingqi's ability to extract semen is among the worst; being in this position only allows Ronan to warm up more thoroughly.

Zhao Yingqi squatted down, deliberately tucking the hem of his bathrobe between his abdomen and thighs, exposing most of his legs, which were clad in flesh-colored stockings that were slightly pale and close to his skin tone. The stockings were especially taut and stretched around his thighs and knees, shimmering with shimmering lines under the moonlight and candlelight, exuding a pure yet seductive charm.

Then, she leaned her face between Ronan's legs and opened her small mouth.

"You want oral sex too?" Ronan was surprised.

Zhao Yingqi looked up, a defiant expression on his face. "Hmph, don't look down on me. I'll definitely make you groan."

"Oh, then good luck," Ronan encouraged.

He didn't think highly of Zhao Yingqi. Her oral sex skills were worse than Alice's. Although Alice lacked understanding, she had experience.

Zhao Yingqi was putting in a lot of effort, his head movements were more pronounced than the previous two, swaying left and right, his cheeks puffing out one moment and the other the next. Even when he was catching his breath, he kept gripping Ronan's huge penis and kept stroking it frantically.

It must be admitted that after the previous two had lasted for twenty minutes, and with Zhao Yingqi's efforts, Ronan had started to feel something.

But he only had a slight feeling; he was still far from being able to ejaculate. Once her ten minutes were over and she was replaced, Ronan would be able to suppress his burgeoning desire in those few seconds.

Soon, Zhao Yingqi's ten minutes were coming to an end. Zhao Yingqi looked nervous, while Ronan was very relaxed. He even spread his arms and looked at the row of women standing opposite him, as if he had announced his victory in advance.

Just then, a dozen women suddenly turned around, their backs to Ronan, bent over and lifted their skirts to face Ronan's gaze, revealing their stocking-covered buttocks and thighs. They then made a synchronized "spreading their legs" motion, pulling their buttocks and vaginal muscles to the sides, causing the crotch of their stockings to thin out as well.

If it were just one person, it wouldn't be much, but when more than ten women in stockings and with different thighs did it together, Ronan instantly felt a surge of lust rush to his head, and his ejaculation was released.

Taking advantage of the situation, Zhao Yingqi tightly wrapped his arms around Luo Nan's thighs, swallowed the huge penis in large gulps, and sucked it hard.

Ronan tried to hold back his semen, but it was too late; a thick stream of semen gushed out. Zhao Yingqi was choked by the spray, coughing and spitting out the semen as he staggered back.

Chapter 997 A Battle of Women: Endure and Endure, Will There Be More Surprises?

Zhao Yingqi collapsed to the ground, and several more streams of thick, white semen sprayed directly onto her face, bathrobe, and stockings.

Having recovered, Zhao Yingqi looked at Ronan with a smug smile, "How was that?"

"Ha, you won't succeed with the same trick twice."

Ronan said.

However, he would love to see them do it again.

This group of women—whether they were nurtured by him, worked alongside him, or met by chance—none of them were mere ornaments; the sight of them standing side by side in lewd poses, whom countless others could only look up to, excited him immensely.

"Keep being stubborn." Zhao Yingqi said, wiping the remaining semen from the corner of her mouth and face with her hand, then turned around, waved, and walked towards the group. Although it wasn't mainly her credit for disarming Ronan, her efforts couldn't be overlooked, could they?

Their plan had achieved its intended result; within half an hour, Ronan had his first ejaculation.

Before Zhao Yingqi had even returned to the group, Falek was already in front of Ronan, asking in her deep, intellectual voice, "Can you lie down?"

“No problem,” Ronan agreed, reaching out to grab a pillow before lying down.

Falek turned around and squatted down with his back to Ronan. Before the thing he had just ejaculated had gone soft, he reached out and grabbed the huge penis, aiming it at his own opening. With his other hand, he tore a hole in the crotch of his black stockings. He let go, and his plump black stockings sat down hard, swallowing the huge penis whole. His thick lips gripped the huge penis tightly.

Immediately, Falek began to exert force with her legs, moving her body up and down, while her plump, silky buttocks swayed continuously.

From this angle, everyone can see her face, her huge breasts swaying, and her lewd expression, which is extremely shameful.

What Ronan saw was her plump, black-stockinged buttocks, which seemed to be grinding like a meat millstone, and her incredibly voluptuous legs, which were exerting force.

Only the constant swaying of her buttocks could provide Ronan with continuous psychological stimulation; the mere physiological stimulation from the swallowing and spitting of her vagina was simply insufficient to accomplish the task she was supposed to complete.

Ronan refrained from using his hands to fondle Falek's plump, black-stockinged buttocks that dominated his vision, because doing so would undoubtedly bring more stimulation. His goal at this moment was not to make himself feel good, nor to make the other person feel good, but to try his best not to ejaculate.

Falek's speed increased, and her plump, black-stockinged buttocks, like two fused water spheres tightly wrapped in black stockings, rotated continuously in a semi-circle between Ronan's legs, while the water spheres were squeezed and deformed.

Ronan really wanted to get up, grab the two buttocks with both hands, and start thrusting wildly.

But he can't.

A moment later, Falek turned around and faced Ronan directly. Her hips slapped and pounded against each other, and her body kept leaning forward and backward. With these movements, her pair of plump breasts, which had long been exposed by her bathrobe, kept swinging, and her nipples repeatedly brushed and teased Ronan's chest muscles.

I really want to smash her to pieces.

But, it's not possible.

Finally, the ten minutes were over. Falek stood up. Without Ronan's huge penis filling and blocking her, her vaginal fluids flowed freely, covering the black stockings on her inner thighs. She had been exerting herself so much that her steps were slightly unsteady, her stockings trembling with each step.

Next up was Faith.

Her posture and movements were almost identical to Falek's, but she lacked Falek's vigor and appeared somewhat aloof and mechanical.

Ronan breathed a sigh of relief. "Your strategy is really wrong. You should have gone first, Faith, then Canaan, and finally Faith. I might not have been able to hold on. Now that she's gone first, you're just giving me time to recover."

Falek wasted a lot of time getting his softening penis hard again; otherwise, she alone could have aroused Ronan.

“Is that so?” Faith was taken aback. “I don’t know either. This is the plan they came up with.” She didn’t care about winning or losing this game at all, considering herself just a participant who followed the crowd and did what they asked her to do.

"Another surprise in store?" Ronan asked.

"I don't know," Faith replied, her movements continuing without pause.

At this moment, she was like a human-shaped automatic masturbator.

Ronan lay there, quietly enjoying the pure physical pleasure that Faith brought him.

Faith's ten minutes passed rather quickly. When the time was up, she got up and left, nodding to the others.

Canaan arrived with a bit of excitement, and Ronan also looked on with anticipation.

"What are you expecting?" Canaan asked.

Ronan remained lying down. "Of course, I'm looking forward to what surprises you have in store. After all, you alone probably won't be enough."

Canaan, facing Ronan, simply smiled, then first spread his legs and sat on Ronan's abdomen. Next, he grasped the giant penis with his hand and aimed it at the opening. He sat back, and his buttocks gradually swallowed the wet giant penis until it was completely inside.

Ronan's pupils suddenly trembled because Canaan was very hot and humid inside, and the inner walls were constantly writhing, which was completely different from her usual self.

It could even be said that they are no longer within the scope of normal people.

"Could it be because there were too many people that they didn't notice? I've leveled up, I'm fourth level now, and things have changed there too," Canaan said with a hint of pride.

Her magic is somewhere between Suleimanian and Indian styles, and with each advancement, her body undergoes some changes, including this one.

“Well then,” Ronan said, reaching out to pinch Canaan’s chest.

Canaan's competitive spirit was aroused by Ronan's little tricks, and he began to take action fiercely, pushing his feet hard on the ground and thrusting his hips in and out of Ronan's huge penis again and again, as if he were taking Ronan's penis in the opposite direction.

Her waist, which was somewhat relaxed like that of a homebody, was unusually taut, while her hips and leg muscles were unusually taut, and the flesh-colored stockings with their silky sheen constantly changed their luster.

"Damn it, I'll kill you, you bastard!" Canaan shouted as he moved violently.

“That’s still a long way off, Canaan,” Ronan said with a smile.

"Oh, um." Canaan couldn't help but groan, then immediately retorted angrily, "Hmph, keep pretending."

Ronan sneered, "Heh, if we weren't competing with you, I would have turned the tables on you right now and shown you what I'm capable of."

"So, all you have left is to be stubborn," Canaan replied with a cold laugh.

"So, your strategy is just to provoke me? Too bad, I'm still not moving," Ronan said. He wouldn't take the initiative. As long as he didn't actively hold Canaan down and fuck him, he wouldn't have to surrender in this round of ten minutes.

In the end, Ronan successfully endured those ten minutes and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

If he doesn't rest for almost two hours, his limit is about what they estimated: he can only ejaculate four times before he can't go on. And right now, he has only ejaculated once, so there's still a long way to go.

Canaan rejoined the group, and Isabel stepped forward. Instead of rushing to take over, she was a little slow, giving Ronan a few extra seconds to catch his breath.

However, Isabel's expression was not very good; she gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.

Chapter 998 Silk Stockings and Passion, Success or Failure? The Final Breast Sex

Isabel came up to Ronan, glared at him, and then plopped down on her seat.

Ronan felt like his penis was being rubbed raw, because what was swallowing his huge penis wasn't the hole in front of Isabel, but the one behind.

Clearly, after they finished discussing their tactics, Isabel had been using someone's magic to expand and lubricate the area; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to just sit down and swallow Ronan's enormous thing whole.

This was so sudden and exciting that the thing that was already eager to ejaculate was squeezed by the intestinal wall and shot out directly. The huge penis continued to expand and contract, and large gushes of thick fluid kept gushing out.

"That's disgusting." Isabel said with a hint of disgust as she looked at Ronan, who had a look of pure enjoyment on his face after ejaculating.

After a short while, Isabel pressed her hands against Ronan's pectoral muscles, lifted her buttocks, and pulled out the now-softening giant penis. A large amount of thick, white fluid flowed out from her red, slightly open anus.

Then, Isabel used her hand to stroke Ronan's limp penis, trying to make it hard again as quickly as possible.

I was forced to get hard again right after ejaculating; it felt like both of my kidneys were being pumped dry.

Isabel looked at Ronan. "What, not going to say anything now? Or are you planning to beg for mercy now?"

"Ha, I can only say your tactics were successful," Ronan said with a forced smile.

If Ronan had known this was going to happen, he would have simply ejaculated inside Canaan earlier, and then gone soft afterward. He would never have been forced to ejaculate by Isabel's move, and then been violently masturbated by her, leaving him feeling uncomfortable.

After a while, Ronan became fully erect again. Isabel spread her labia with one hand, then sat down and started shaking her buttocks.

She wasn't putting in much effort; she was just maintaining the position to keep Ronan hard.

Just as her ten minutes were coming to an end, Isabel looked at Ronan and said, "You two are really boring."

“But you still participated, didn’t you?” Ronan countered.

Isabel didn't say anything more, and when the time was up, she immediately got up and left.

As soon as she stood up, Gelan moved and rushed over, "Dad, I'm here."

Golan was a crazy little pervert. After the huge penis was inserted into her back door, her stockinged legs spread wide apart, she leaned forward and lay on top of Ronan, sticking out her tongue to lick Ronan's pectoral muscles with a greedy and intoxicated expression.

At the same time, the coordinated effort of the waist, hips, and legs caused Ronan's huge penis to move in and out repeatedly, which was equivalent to thrusting.

She was completely using what was behind her as what was in front of her.

"Aren't you in pain?" Ronan asked.

“I want to squeeze every last drop out of my father,” Golan replied, seemingly ignoring the question.

Unfortunately, Golan's wish did not come true. Her ten minutes were over, and Ronan showed no signs of shooting.

Then it was Ashley's turn.

She also swallowed Ronan's huge penis with her anus. Her posture was even more exaggerated. She was facing Ronan, her body leaning back and her head tilting back. Her pair of glossy black pantyhose were pulled down to her thighs, her legs spread apart, and the pantyhose at her crotch were stretched thin and stretched horizontally. Together with the pantyhose that still covered her knees, calves and feet, they shimmered in the moonlight and candlelight.

She placed her feet on the carpet and her hands on it, and kept thrusting her hips forward.

"Oh dear," Ronan couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Are you three going to take me down with you?"

With each session of this ordeal more intense than the last, Ronan's pain had caught up with his pleasure, while Ashley's pain had probably outweighed her pleasure.

“You can surrender, can’t you?” Ashley said, still moving. “No need for pity. People who walk in the shadows are used to it.”

"Ha, you guys are just using this as an excuse to complain, aren't you?" Ronan gave a wry smile.

“The squeaky wheel gets the grease,” Ashley said in fluent Mandarin, which she now speaks fluently.

"Thank you for your hard work," Ronan said, but he didn't intend to end the game there.

In the end, Ronan still didn't shoot.

Now, only Dinia, Elena, Agustina, and Lu Jianling remain.

Elena stepped forward. "Can you pick me up, young master?" "Young master" had become a nickname.

Ronan stood up, picked up Elena, and lifted her by her thighs and buttocks. Even in front of Ronan, Elena still looked huge. She clung to Ronan, wrapped her arms around his neck, and locked her legs around his waist. She began to move up and down, her vagina constantly swallowing and releasing his huge penis.

In the latter half of the time limit, Ronan ejaculated, but it was much less than the previous two times. At this point, Elena still had enough time to get Ronan hard again and then leave the full position to the next person.

Elena had already gotten off Ronan. "So, I'm the one who cries the most?"

“You are like my daughter,” Ronan replied.

After Elena finished, it was Agustina's turn, and she stretched out her hands.

"You want to do this pose too?" Ronan asked.

“Of course,” Agustina replied.

Then, Agustina used the same position as Elena. Tina, who had a lower weight and body fat and had maintained a fitness habit for many years like an anomaly in this era, used this position more easily than Elena and her movements were more intense. Perhaps she had been observing for a long time beforehand, because she was very wet, and her juices splashed everywhere with each slap.

But that was all. When the time was up, she got off Ronan, shrugged, and said she had done her best.

Then came Dinia, in the same pose.

To Ronan's surprise, Dinia did not make any special moves at all, and her movements were not even very intense.