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After teasing for a while, Ronan finally penetrated.
In an instant, Alice wrapped her arms around Ronan's neck, kissed his lips, and wrapped her slender white silk legs around his waist, her feet arched.
Ronan could easily imagine that, at this moment, under the light, Alice's feet, wrapped in pearly white silk, looked as white, delicate, and smooth as mutton fat jade.
He grabbed Alice's legs and spread them apart, then took them and lifted them up by her ankles, making her slender white silk legs stand straight up with her feet pointing upwards.
Ronan grasped both ankles with one hand and began thrusting.
The huge penis went in and out of the small body, full of lewdness and sadism. After a while, Ronan took the toe of one white-stockinged foot into his mouth and put the other white-stockinged foot on his shoulder.
Listening to Alice's moans, Ronan asked as he fucked her, "Just moaning and not saying anything?"
"Ah, um, I don't have the strength to speak, it's too big, it hurts, uh, it feels good." Alice was already somewhat incoherent after only a short while. Ronan gently stroked Alice's hand, "What, haven't you used a bigger dildo all these years?"
Alice, who had been keeping her eyes closed, opened them and glared at Ronan. "I don't use that kind of thing. Besides, I usually don't want to. Uh, what are you doing!" As she was speaking, Ronan suddenly thrust hard, poking into her cervix, which hadn't been stimulated in a very long time.
"You don't usually want to? Then what happened just now?" Ronan asked, followed by another fierce attack.
"You're so annoying, ah, no, don't open..." Alice's pupils trembled. She felt Ronan about to open her cervix, and a wave of fear washed over her.
It's not that she can't do it, it's just that she hasn't done it in a long time, and if she goes all out right away, it will really hurt.
Ronan immediately slowed down and restrained himself.
After a while, Alice's originally taut white-stockinged feet relaxed as her body relaxed.
With the pace slowing down, the two had more time to chat, and Ronan asked, "By the way, Alice, what are your plans for the future? Will you continue to be a teacher here?"
“Being a teacher is great, but I’m thinking of changing places,” Alice replied. She liked being a teacher, but she was getting a little tired of the school-based education system.
Ronan put Alice down, pulled out his penis, turned her around so her back was to him, and then pushed his penis back into her wet, slick vagina, beginning to penetrate her from behind.
Black stockings and big, plump breasts have their appeal, while white stockings and small, delicate breasts have their charm.
As Ronan continued, he said, "Sure, but it won't be easy to sneak into schools in the capital."
At that moment, Alice summoned a gun, "I will give him a reason he can't refuse."
Ronan smiled with satisfaction, gently stroking Alice's black hair. "You've really grown up, Alice." After saying that, Ronan forcefully thrust open the palace... Oh ho ho ho oh~~ Alice let out a strange cry of pain mixed with pleasure.
Chapter 1301
Early July, Seres, Guangdong, Leizhou.
In a somewhat secluded house, a man who had just returned home...
A female police officer in a shirt and knee-length skirt uniform is taking off her boots in the entryway.
Her once neatly tied ponytail of jet-black hair had been freed, and now, as her boots came off, the shapely curves of the policewoman's calves, enveloped in a brown pearlescent sheen, gradually emerged.
It rains a lot here. When it's not raining, the sun is strong and it's hot, but not extremely hot.
Many years ago, under the guidance of a superior, this was the outfit the policewoman wore: a shirt, a short skirt, and long boots.
The uniform design has changed several times, but these stockings have never been changed. The pearly brown color, which is a slightly dull, conservative, and serious color, is very suitable for female police officers. In bright outdoor sunlight, the pearly brown stockings will reflect light, but this reflection is not very shiny; it is rather subtle, giving it a just-right sexiness. This was the taste of that superior officer back then, and this taste has continued to this day.
She took off a pair of black knee-high boots, freeing her feet from their constraints. Stockings encased her slender, shapely legs, accentuating the smooth, perfect curves from thigh to toe, especially her feet, which felt silky and seamless. Just as the policewoman put on her hemp slippers, the phone rang. She answered the rotary dial phone.
As the call continued, the policewoman's smile grew brighter, though she kept glancing outside.
After the call ended, the policewoman took off her uniform, put it in a suitcase, carried the suitcase to the entrance, tied her hair in a ponytail, put her boots back on, and then walked out of the house.
She hadn't gone far when she was surrounded by a group of heavily armed police officers, a bunch of special agents, and several high-ranking superhumans.
“Li Yinglan, your case has been exposed. As the deputy director, you know our rules. Surrender obediently,” said the officer in charge, his eyes filled with anger and helplessness.
The other party was his superior whom he had always admired and even secretly loved, but she committed such a heinous act. Although he understood her perfectly and even wished he could do the same, he was ultimately a law enforcer.
The policewoman smiled and said, "Something happened? Oh dear, are you going to praise me for my righteous act? No need. I don't like empty fame, Lao Zhang, you know that."
The special operations captain said to the officer beside him, "Captain Zhang, don't waste words with such an extremely dangerous person." After saying that, he gestured to the elite special operations team, composed entirely of artificial superhumans, to point their guns at the deputy director of the police station named Li Yinglan.
"Where did you come from, you dog? I was catching up with my good subordinate." The policewoman's eyes remained kind, or rather, even more "kind."
A high-level superhuman stepped forward and said, "Deputy Director Li, we hope you can cooperate with our investigation."
"What a joke! Even stray dogs on the streets of Leizhou know what kind of place this is. What's there to investigate? You bunch of useless trash, go home and investigate whether the semen stains on your mother's pants are your father's." The policewoman cursed directly.
Then, she touched her face, and her already somewhat mixed-race features became even more Western, though she still retained many Eastern charms. Li Yinglan was none other than Ge Lan.
Many years ago, Gelan came here and replaced the policewoman who was gang-raped by thugs and chose to commit suicide. Relying on her rich experience and methods, she gradually rose to the position of deputy director.
Gelan was quite knowledgeable; in fact, she had served as the Chief Prosecutor in Guangdong for many years several hundred years ago, and many laws, regulations, and internal rules still in use today were established by her. But to be honest, she had never seen Leizhou before.
Officials and criminals are in cahoots, the underworld and the legitimate world are one, and they are involved in everything from prostitution and gambling to drugs. They are also a hub for human traffickers, a haven for swindlers, and a paradise for criminals. In addition, there are a whole host of other problems.
It's a city of utter sin. If God had eyes, He would have struck everyone here dead with a bolt of lightning.
Oh, it really does thunder here every few days.
But that's still not enough.
With no other option, in the end, Golan had to do it herself. She killed more than twenty leaders of the biggest gang, as well as dozens of notorious corrupt police officers, including the police chief. Of course, she also killed a number of high-ranking officials in the Leizhou government.
"Ha, so it was a Western conspiracy." The high-ranking superhuman laughed. Now everything was explained.
Golan remained calm. "You're really stupid. Even if I'm a pure Seresian, you should have immediately labeled me a foreign lackey. How did someone of your caliber become a special envoy? Seres is getting worse and worse."
As she spoke, Gelan looked at Captain Zhang and said, "Old Zhang, let me tell you a lesson: when you've tried everything and find that you really have no ability to reform from within and uphold justice, and you've reached your breaking point, then you can only resort to underhanded tactics."
After saying that, Gelan let out a long sigh of relief, "Today, I won't kill all of you dogs. In Leizhou, I will kill all those who deserve to die, and those who stand in my way will die."
At this moment, the leader of the investigation team stepped forward and said, "How dare you!"
To be honest, after completing the initial investigation, he initially felt sympathy for Deputy Director Li and even considered letting her escape because she was "executing justice" and those people in Leizhou truly deserved to die.
Upon hearing this, he instantly realized that this woman had gone mad and was trying to destroy the order of Leizhou.
Captain Zhang turned deathly pale, muttering to himself, "How could this be? How could this be?"
When he first discovered the truth, he was unwilling to believe it because Li Yinglan had always been a politically astute person. In the eyes of outsiders, she was a female demon who could do both the good and the evil. But as her former subordinate, he knew that Li Yinglan's kindness and sense of justice had never diminished. She was just doing her best to protect the good in her own way.
"Outrageous? Hahaha, I haven't been outrageous yet."
Golan laughed wildly.
Three minutes later, only two people remained: Ge Lan was standing, and Captain Zhang was kneeling.
The others were like clumps of steamed, mushy meat scraps stuck to the ground, emitting an incredibly disgusting stench.
Even Captain Zhang, who was used to seeing murder scenes, couldn't help but vomit violently there.
"Go somewhere else, change your name, and start over, Lao Zhang. Don't be a cop anymore, this job isn't for you." After patting Captain Zhang on the shoulder, Ge Lan walked away.
Captain Zhang turned around. "Chief, is it because of that case a while ago about trafficking children for human experimentation?"
He wondered if this case had completely eroded his beloved chief's reason, leading her to do something so insane.
“Ah? Of course not. The main thing is that I have to leave. I figured since I’ve come all this way, I should leave something behind for this place where I’ve lived for almost twenty years,” Golan replied. “Several thousand corpses would suit this place quite well, wouldn’t you say?” As soon as she finished speaking, Golan disappeared.
The call was from Ronan, and she couldn't keep him waiting too long.
First go to the government, then the police station, and then wipe out those gangs. That should be enough. It can be considered the last little contribution that Director Gelan can make to the people of Leizhou.
Chapter 1302
The following afternoon, on a small yacht in the South China Sea.
Gorlan, dressed in a police uniform, stood on the bow deck, while Ronan, wearing only loose boxer shorts, sat on a deck chair, quietly admiring the scene.
Grandma isn't tall, nor is she busty or voluptuous. She doesn't have the imposing, violent aura of a female police officer and doesn't inspire the desire to subdue or subdue her. Instead, she possesses a cool and reserved demeanor with a touch of coquettishness, making one imagine her usually aloof face becoming flustered and helpless under provocation.
However, Ronan had no such illusions, because he knew all too well that Granny's inner self was too different from her outward appearance. In his eyes, Granny was a masochist who liked to call him "Daddy."
"Dad, haven't you seen enough yet?" Grandine asked, her back to Ronan as she couldn't help but pull her short skirt up a couple of inches.
"Don't pull it up," Ronan told Gallant.
The uniform skirt wasn't actually that short; it just barely revealed the knees. Even when walking, only a small section of the thigh covered by stockings above the knees was visible.
But it's precisely this feeling of only being able to see a small section of the knees, thighs, and calves between the skirt and the boots, paired with seemingly dull and serious brown stockings that reflect light in the sunlight, that's just right. If the skirt were any shorter, it would be indecent, like a sexy police uniform, and that kind of sexy police uniform would completely fail to arouse Ronan's desire.
Only in this serious state does Ronan have desire.
After watching for a while, Ronan finally couldn't resist getting up, hugging Golan from behind, and gently sniffing and kissing her.
"Why does it still smell of perfume?" Ronan asked.
Golan turned around to face Ronan, stroking Ronan's chest and abdominal muscles as she answered, "I killed a lot of people yesterday. Although I was protected and isolated, I still felt that I might have been contaminated, so I sprayed some perfume on my clothes."
"Oh, what's going on?" Ronan asked, placing his hand between his boots and skirt, and beginning to stroke his stockinged legs.
"To put it simply, that's a long story. To put it simply..." Golan briefly explained the cause and effect.
The story unfolds gradually, and her foreplay with Ronan grows increasingly passionate.
Even if it's brief, twenty years is a long story that can't be told in just a few words. Halfway through the story, when Golan had just become the captain in charge of major cases, Ronan had already squatted down, pulled up her short skirt, and looked up to lick her genitals.
The stockings looked not very transparent, but they were actually very thin, and her panties underneath were black transparent lace panties. Even through the two layers of stockings and panties, Ronan's tongue could clearly feel the fleshy texture of her lips.
The seeping vaginal fluid quickly soaked his crotch.
With Ronan's head between her legs and her hands gently pressing on the back of his head, Glolan tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and continued to tell her story while moaning softly.
She was capable and knew the rules well, so she rose to power quickly. After taking office, she established new rules to stabilize the old order and carried out internal reforms, intending to build a good team while waiting for an opportunity.
However, she soon discovered that those higher up were consciously allowing Leizhou, this city of sin, to remain in this state, unwilling to even carry out regular anti-corruption and anti-gang campaigns, deliberately letting Leizhou become a dumping ground for filth and corruption. This completely disillusioned Gelan, a former spy and ruthless official who had already lost hope in some things and was accustomed to using violence to combat violence. From then on, she began to keep a notebook and make lists, so that on the day she left, none of the people on the list would survive.
Everything will be transformed into a Cantonese specialty – steamed pork.
"...That's about it. I made several hundred pots of steamed pork. All the white and black people from Leizhou who were involved in those things were wiped out by me."
After saying that, Golan couldn't wait to squat down, pull down Ronan's pants, spread her legs, open her mouth, and begin to swallow and spit out his penis.
She preferred sucking on a large penis to being licked by Ronan, enjoying the feeling of her mouth being filled with the huge penis, making it hard to breathe and making her want to gag.
At this moment, Ronan was standing.
Looking at Golan's eyelashes, at her sunken cheeks during oral sex, at the white foam at the edge of her lips, at the shallow cleavage below her shirt collar and the barely visible black lace edge of her bra, at the wrinkles in her shirt and skirt at her waist, at her spread stockings reflecting the sunlight, at the leather creases in her boots in this position, and at the round little fleshy mounds wrapped in brown pantyhose behind her.
The more I look at it, the harder it gets.
Soon after, Golan spat out the penis, then turned her back to Ronan, impatiently tearing open the crotch of her pantyhose, pulling her black transparent lace panties aside, and then spreading her labia to open her wet vulva.
Ronan stepped forward and inserted his penis.
As soon as it was inserted, Gelan cried out, "Ah, Daddy's penis is so thick, so hard, so hot."
Ronan slapped Sissy across the face, saying, "I don't have a slutty daughter like you who deserves to be fucked." Then he thrust into her violently.
After a frenzied fucking session, she switched to her favorite position, clinging to Ronan like a koala.
Ronan grabbed her buttocks, which were covered by stockings, and pulled them apart. The brown pearlescent pantyhose were stretched and became even more translucent and reflective.
Golan's shirt was already undone, and her legs, clad in long boots, were tightly wrapped around Ronan's neck. She leaned back, welcoming wave after wave of explosive thrusts, and her round, perky breasts swayed like cream pudding.
"Fuck me to death, fuck me to death, Daddy, harder, faster! Ahh, oh..." Gloria's lewd words and moans continued, as she twisted her body violently, causing Ronan's penis to churn and scrape against the flesh of her vagina. Only Ronan's penis could withstand it; even a wooden stick would have been broken by her shaking.
The vaginal fluid was flowing freely, soaking the crotch of her stockings and the inside of her thighs, all of it running down her stockings and into her boots.
"I'll fuck you to death, you little slut." Ronan accelerated and thrust again, penetrating completely with each stroke, as if he wanted to crack his hips and burst his uterus.
Soon, Ronan took the opportunity to push Goran to the ground, grabbing her tall leather boots with both hands and pressing them back to either side of her head, folding her up so that her vulva faced upwards, maximizing the fleshy feel of her silk-clad thighs and buttocks.
Ronan then removed the boots from Golan's feet, completely exposing her stockinged feet.
Golan moaned incessantly, her toes and the tips of her stockinged feet constantly gripping and pushing open.
After the climax of the climax and the ejaculation of her vaginal fluids, Ronan no longer held back and released his pent-up desire, letting out a low growl, "I've ejaculated."
"Oh, shoot, shoot it all inside, I want to give birth to Daddy's little baby!" Golan shouted.
He ejaculated so much that a large amount of thick semen overflowed and splashed onto the stockings on the inside of Golan's thighs.
After a long while, Gelan, who had recovered from her paralysis, took off her stockings, folded them neatly, and put them in a box.
Ronan looked at her and sighed, "You haven't changed a bit." "Hehe." Golan smiled smugly.
She had a habit of collecting and preserving the stockings she wore during sex. Whenever she wanted to, and Ronan wasn't around, she would take out a pair, smell the semen-scented stockings, and masturbate while picking at a layer of them.
"Alright, it's time to run. Your pursuers should be here soon."
Chapter 1303 Late Night Kitchen
The original Venetian Federation dissolved more than a hundred years ago after World War II. The old powerful states were eliminated, and the entire peninsula was unified into the present-day Italian Republic, which continues to this day.
The name Vena, derived from the first person in history to reach the seventh rank, became the name of the city at that time, no longer referring to a country, and along with the country's past glory, it became history. Milan remained the same name, because the word Milan originally meant "center of the plain," a geographical meaning that remained unchanged.