Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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She already knew about what had happened to Seris before, and as for the things that had just happened in the city, she had experienced them firsthand.

Ronan turned to look at Liz, chuckled, and then laughed continuously.

Liz was embarrassed and annoyed. "What are you laughing at?"

“You’re like a little girl who’s only a few years old and doesn’t understand some things yet, and then she says to her dad, ‘Dad, don’t be upset,’ but you’re definitely not my daughter, which is why I’m laughing,” Ronan replied. “Thank you for your concern, but I’m fine.”

Liz took a deep breath and stepped forward. "But isn't that the age when I thought I knew everything, and I just wanted to break into the adult world and never wanted to be treated like a child?" she asked self-deprecatingly, before hugging Ronan from behind.

After a long while, Liz suddenly let go and asked, "Why didn't you push me away?" Ronan turned around and smiled, "I meant it when I said 'anything is fine' before. Besides, someone like me doesn't refuse pretty girls who throw themselves at me." Liz looked at him with a reproachful expression, "She's absolutely right, you just love to destroy any good atmosphere."

Ronan shrugged at Liz, "I don't deny it."

The next moment, Liz bravely hugged Ronan again and kissed him. She thought that with a sudden attack, Ronan would be caught off guard and show a bit of embarrassment. However, she didn't expect that she would be the one who felt uncomfortable. Just as her lips and tongue were constantly invading her, and just as Ronan's hands were roaming between her waist and hips, her whole body began to go limp.

Unbeknownst to them, their positions changed from Liz pressing down on Ronan, who was sitting on top, to Ronan embracing Liz and lowering his head to kiss Liz, who seemed ready to lie down at any moment.

Just then, a loud "Ah!" came from the top of the tower.

Louise, who had just climbed up, stared at the scene, her eyes wide and her mouth agape, letting out a choked "Ah!"

She asked Mrs. Zhao, who was usually very talkative, where Ronan was. Mrs. Zhao said that Ronan should be alone at the top of the Wisdom Library Tower for a while, and then she came and saw this scene.

She was the one who did it first, so why is she like this?

Liz broke free from Ronan in a few moments. Her first thought was that something was wrong, but then she realized that nothing seemed wrong at all.

Ronan already had so many lovers; she and Louise came later. Besides, would her actions affect Louise? No.

So Liz hugged Ronan tightly again, kissed him, and even grabbed Ronan's hand and put it on her buttocks.

"Huh? Huh!" Louise rushed over and pounced on Ronan, trying to push Liz aside and take her place. Unfortunately, in her normal state, she was no match for Liz in terms of strength.

The two were moving violently, and Ronan looked helpless. "Let's go somewhere else. I'm afraid you two will roll down from here."

After saying that, Ronan grabbed one in each hand and tucked it under his arm, then flew off the top of the tower.

After crossing the mountains north of Tehran, Ronan led the two to a small town on the Caspian Sea beach. This town had once been a royal retreat for the previous dynasty. After the founding of the Republic, it was renovated and opened to the public as a vacation spot for government employees.

Because many high-ranking civil servants would bring their subordinates and their families here for vacation, a small town gradually formed here.

Of course, it's not completely open; there are several areas that are exclusively for Mainar and Mushir.

Summer is the peak season for vacations; in winter, there are few people, only the town's residents who make a living by fishing.

Ronan led the two to the villa that belonged to Mainar and Muhir.

Even without the two of them, the place was very clean, and there were even guards. Ronan had to show his token and warrant to get in.

The guards didn't ask any more questions; they were professionals and knew best not to ask what they shouldn't ask.

The room was quite spacious, and even though the walls and floors were somewhat worn, they still hinted at their former splendor. However, the decorations and furnishings were less ornate, and the furniture was simple. Apart from the enormous bed, ten meters by five meters, Liz and Louise had never seen a bed this big before.

Ronan was suddenly reminded of the past and couldn't help but smile. "When they were little, they liked to roll around and kick off the blankets. They even said that when they grew up, they would order a super-sized bed for themselves."

Louise kicked off her ankle boots in a few quick movements, jumped onto the bed, and began to roll around and frolic wildly, enjoying the thick, soft mattress, even making loud noises. Liz sat on the edge of the bed, slowly untying the laces of her boots.

Although the two appeared to be one still and the other moving, they were both very tense and couldn't hear Ronan's amusing anecdote at all.

Ronan could only laugh, kick off his boots, jump onto the bed and pin Louise down. Louise closed her eyes and opened her mouth. Her kissing skills were just as clumsy and awkward as Liz's, but she was more uninhibited and bolder, as if she wanted to show off how good she was. As a result, her teeth scraped her tongue, and she winced in pain.

"Hahaha." Ronan couldn't help but laugh out loud, and after laughing, he continued to kiss her passionately.

After a while, Ronan stood up and looked at Liz, who had been sitting there the whole time. Liz met Ronan's gaze but didn't come over.

Ronan reached out and pulled Liz down, pressing her beneath him. While roughly kissing her, he also kept grabbing and kneading her full breasts, occasionally nudging her.

Although there was a thick layer of clothing between them, Liz, who had never experienced this before, began to breathe heavily and her body twisted and turned due to the slight stimulation in her chest and lower body.

Louise then moved closer to Ronan, also lacking experience, and simply rubbed against him instinctively.

Chapter 1194 Passion Heats Up, Each Has Its Own Flavor, A Long Foreplay

During their caresses, thrusts, kisses, and touches, Ronan used magic to manipulate tools, lighting the fireplace, fireplace, and incense in the room, and also turning on several lamps, gradually warming the entire room as their passion intensified.

Gradually, Louise and Liz became hot.

Ronan stood up and looked down at the two people lying there, panting.

At this moment, both of their hair was loose.

The indoor lighting was not bright, but with the light from the distant seaside light shining through the window and the faint moonlight, the two people's faces were still clearly visible.

Louise's face possessed a youthful beauty with a touch of sexiness, but her slender and curvaceous figure and dark skin gave her a vibrant feel, enhancing that hint of sexiness.

Liz's face, which originally blended classical innocence with willful naivety, seemed to have a mysterious and hazy filter added in the dim light. However, this dreamlike girl feeling became less ethereal with the support of her full breasts and thighs, and was mixed with a very realistic eroticism.

Louise stretched one leg out. Her skin was already dark, and in the dimly lit room, the thick, flesh-colored stockings she wore had a matte, dark brown sheen. Her other leg was bent at the knee, her foot resting on the bed. The stockings stretched thin at the knee were bathed in moonlight and lighthouse glow, giving them a deep silver-gray texture.

She gripped the sheets lightly with both hands, trying to relax, but she was still tense.

Liz, on the other hand, had her thighs pressed together, perfectly aligned, her calves and feet slightly turned outwards, her toes slightly curled inwards, and the thick white stockings peeking out from under her skirt were neither opaque nor reflective, very pure. Combined with her posture, they were even purer, but extreme purity is extreme desire.

She crossed one forearm across her chest and gripped the sheets tightly with the other, her tension unmistakable, but this tension only fueled her lust.

Ronan pulled and ripped off both of their jackets.

Louise's coat was a dark purple, thick wool cape-style short coat, underneath which was a slightly thicker, high-thread-count, stiff, light pink floral collar and sleeve long dress with a cinched waist and a low neckline, so that even when she was lying down, you could still see her delicate collarbones and a patch of dark, silky skin below, a distinct cleavage, and the contours of her full, rounded breasts.

Liz's inner layer is a typical Weyland style: a beige undecorated wool vest over a plain white shirt. Her large, bulging breasts make the tightly buttoned shirt wrinkled at the placket, as if the buttons are about to burst. The beige knitted vest makes her chest appear even larger.

Ronan couldn't wait to take off Liz's vest, unbutton her shirt, pull down her bra, and bury his head down to grab, knead, and lick her big, white breasts.

Upon encountering such an attack for the first time, Liz unconsciously twisted her body and struggled, but her strength gradually weakened.

When Ronan looked up again, Liz's two large breasts had finally become erect nipples, turning into two small fleshy pillars covered in glistening saliva.

Liz seemed to be struggling to breathe, her ribs and abdomen contracting and relaxing.

Ronan didn't turn to Louise, but instead ripped off Liz's skirt, revealing her alluring white-stockinged legs, which consisted of her round, full thighs and slender, shapely calves. Ronan spread Liz's legs apart and buried his head between them, his nose twitching and his lips sucking.

Although there was a thick layer of white silk and a layer of underwear underneath, Liz, who had never been treated like this before, immediately let out a soft moan. Her thighs tightened, her calves turned outwards even more, and her toes clenched tightly, making the white silk on the instep of her feet feel slightly translucent.

Liz pressed her hands against Ronan's head, trying to push him away, but she couldn't muster any strength. It wasn't because her body was weak, but because she felt so comfortable, as a warm sensation gradually spread throughout her body.

Louise was stunned by what she saw. She was amazed that a man as powerful and noble as Ronan would be so devoted to serving a woman. But then, jealousy filled her heart. She also longed to be treated like that by Ronan.

After a long while, Ronan finally raised his head and looked at Louise, who was burning with jealousy. "Have you been waiting long?"

"Hmph." Louise huffed in frustration.

At this moment, Liz, who had been biting her lip, finally opened her mouth slightly, almost letting out a cry.

Ronan then removed Louise's skirt and bent down to begin his oral service.

Louise thought she was prepared and could cooperate well, but she never expected that Ronan would reach into her pantyhose and pull it up, making the pantyhose reveal the outline of her camel toe. Then, he would trace the outline of her flesh with his tongue, and she would scream out loud. She didn't even have time to bite her lip.

She pressed her hands against the back of Ronan's head, wanting to push in like a lustful woman, but it was too stimulating, and she didn't dare to push in, afraid that she would cry out like a tender virgin again.

Ronan thoroughly enjoyed teasing the two young girls.

Moreover, although both are young and inexperienced, they each have their own unique charm, just like their different styles in life and in battle. Louise is lively in life but calm in battle, but when it comes to the crucial moment, she is the kind of soft girl who keeps repeating "no, no" in her mind. Liz is usually very calm, but she is very prone to getting carried away in battle, but when it comes to the crucial moment, she is stubborn and single-minded.

While licking Louise's genitals, Ronan's hands slipped under the hem of her clothes, moving upwards into her bra to knead her breasts. Louise's long, silky legs, brimming with youthful energy, unknowingly wrapped around Ronan's neck, her heels resting on his back, intertwined and locked together.

After a while, Louise, like Liz, had erect nipples and her lower body began to become slightly wet.

At this moment, Ronan's penis was already rock hard, but he was still restraining himself. The thought of giving the two of them a comfortable foreplay and achieving a perfect first night overpowered his pure lust.

Ronan had the two of them lie down close together.

With both hands working together, they made a hole in the crotch of the two people's thick pantyhose, then reached in with their fingers and precisely cut the underwear, before pulling it out of the pantyhose.

Through the hole in the crotch of the pantyhose, Ronan could see the two men's lower bodies.

Louise's pubic hair is a standard inverted triangle, and its color is the same as her hair color—a pale blonde. Her labia are thick, forming a classic "steamed bun" shape.

Liz's pubic hair was dark black, not a patch and not thick, but a long, vertical rhombus shape. Her vagina was flat and smooth, and closed very tightly.

Ronan extended the middle fingers of both hands and began to tease their lips.

Before long, the two of them tensed up.

Liz bent her knees, her full, white-stockinged thighs pressed tightly together. Ronan's forearms were completely gripped by the soft flesh of her inner thighs, and her toes, hidden in the thickened area of ​​her white-stockinged toes, were clenched tightly in the sheets, highlighting her extremely tense state. She covered her face with both hands, not wanting anyone to see her.

Louise turned her head away and closed her eyes tightly, gripping the sheets with both hands. Her legs weren't clamped together, but rather slightly apart, her heels digging fiercely into the sheets. The two were tense as if they were about to be executed, but Ronan knew very well that this was just the beginning.

Chapter 1195 Flesh-colored Silk Stockings and White Silk Stockings, The Main Show Begins, Can't You Take It Yet?

After a while of fiddling and grinding with one finger, Ronan inserted a knuckle. After so much foreplay, it was already wet inside, and inserting a knuckle was not difficult at all.

Louise has a tight and elastic inner wall, providing a strong sense of envelopment, while Liz is more moist and less tight.

Ronan's fingers gradually penetrated deeper and he began to dig.

Not long after, Ronan inserted his ring finger.

The legs, which had just relaxed, tensed up again due to the stimulation, and the eyes, which had been gradually opening, closed again.

Ronan cherished this moment. Zhao Yingqi, who had taken the initiative earlier, was more reserved and shy than the other two. However, she hadn't experienced much, and under Ronan's manipulation and guidance, she became a very proactive woman seeking pleasure, even though Zhao Yingqi's skills were still quite clumsy at that time.

I believe that after a few times, Louise and Liz will reach the stage where they want to be together all the time.

Soon, Ronan began inserting a third finger and increased the speed of his finger thrusting in and out.

Louise and Liz both began to moan, and their genitals began to secrete large amounts of vaginal fluid.

Ronan knew the time was right, so he withdrew his hands, wiped the juices from his fingers onto the stockings on their legs, took off his clothes and pants, revealing his well-defined, muscular body and his long-awaited, erect member.

Louise and Liz weren't very tall, but they weren't small either. However, they suddenly looked rather petite next to Ronan.

With both hands gripping Louise's waist, Ronan began with her this time. His massive member pressed against the entrance, and he slowly began to push in. Louise opened her eyes wide and saw the terrifying thing that made one wonder if it could pierce through her. The stimulation of her labia being separated from her inner walls caused her to cry out. Ronan immediately leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, silencing her scream, leaving only a whimper.

Louise instinctively parted her legs, her thighs gently clamping around Ronan's waist, her knees bent and her feet flat on the bed, forming a standard missionary position with Ronan. A moment later, Ronan, already half-inserted, began thrusting. Louise instantly gripped Ronan's back tightly with both hands, her fingernails digging deeply into his back muscles.

Ronan raised his head slightly and whispered to Louise, "Relax, Louise."

Louise could only make nasal sounds and couldn't speak at all. She had thought that she could flirt with Ronan while talking and enjoying her first time when it officially started, but she didn't expect that as soon as she was thrust in and out, her mind was filled with pain and strange pleasure, and she had no time to organize her thoughts.

However, after sufficient foreplay, Louise quickly began to adapt, and her breathing became much smoother. "How come you're so big? It hurts so much, you bastard."

As Ronan slowly thrust in and out, he gently stroked Louise's cheek and teased, "How dare you speak to your ancestor like that?"

Seeing Ronan joking, Louise relaxed a lot. "Heh, the old man had already pinned someone down on the bed and done it to them, and you still expect respect?"

"Get this straight, you're the one who seduced me." With that, Ronan suddenly thrust in forcefully.

“Oh, hiss!” Louise exclaimed, slapping Ronan hard on the back. “You were the one who seduced me.”

"Yes, yes, yes, it was I who seduced the lovely little Louise," Ronan admitted with a smile, slightly increasing his speed.

"Uh, ah," Louise began to moan again, raising her legs to clamp Ronan between them, her calves wrapped around his waist to receive his thrusts, her eyes slightly closed and her lips parted.

Ronan pressed his lips to Louise's again, and the two engaged in a wet kiss, their tongues entwined.

At this moment, Liz lay on her side watching Ronan and Louise. The afterglow of the previous encounter had dissipated, and the sight made her unconsciously squeeze her thighs together again, rubbing them together.

If Ronan had gradually ignited her passion before, now she was actively arousing it again. Her hand slowly moved downwards, gradually approaching the inside of her white silk stockings and the hole in the crotch.

Liz's gaze was initially fixed on Ronan and Louise kissing. Ronan's profile was undeniably handsome, so much so that it diminished the sensuality of their passionate kiss. Then she looked at his arms; his muscular arms exuded masculine charm, while the muscles in his back conveyed a powerful presence, making her even more aroused.

Finally, Liz's gaze settled on the point where the two men's lower bodies were joined, a terrifying thickness and length that made her pupils tremble. Every time it was withdrawn, it felt as if it were pulling out the flesh inside Louise's vaginal walls, and every time it was inserted, it felt as if it were pouring in the outer labia.

Louise had begun to truly adapt and enjoy the pleasure, but just then, Ronan pulled out and did not insert it again, instead turning towards Liz.

In an instant, a strong sense of emptiness washed over me.

One second Liz was watching, the next she was pinned down by Ronan. Before she could react, the head of his huge penis was already inside her. She instinctively tried to lift her legs, but Ronan held them down with both hands.

Ronan let out a long, comfortable "oh." Liz's white-stockinged thighs felt incredibly good to grab, smooth on the outside and soft on the inside. For a moment, Ronan forgot about the pleasure brought by her soft, moist virgin vagina.

A short while later, Ronan started grabbing and kneading Liz's breasts again.

Liz's breasts weren't actually that big, but because she wasn't very tall and her upper body was quite thin, they appeared very large. Ronan's large hands couldn't completely control them, but they were close enough.

While kneading her plump breasts, shaping them into various forms, Ronan continued to fuck her. Unconsciously, he sped up and went deeper and deeper. Liz clenched her teeth, but still kept making nasal moans.

When Ronan reached the bottom, Liz, in pain, finally opened her mouth and cried out, "Ah, stop, it's too deep."

"Sorry, I got too into it." Ronan apologized sheepishly and returned to his normal rhythm.

On the other side, Louise couldn't help but start rubbing and probing with her fingers, deliberately making lewd noises.

Ronan turned to look at Louise and touched her stockinged legs. "Don't rush, the night is still long."

"Isn't your left hand very powerful?" Louise said with a hint of resentment.

While Ronan was fucking Liz, he asked, "Who told you that?"