[The Body Buyer] [Episode 2] Chapter 5: The Fall of the Older Beauty

Ronan arrived at the underground parking lot looking somewhat disheveled, but before he could reach his Hummer, a pickup truck ahead turned on its headlights, revealing an elegant figure standing in front of it—none other than Pamela Allen.
"Wow, our Casanova, had your fill of tenderness? Why do you look a little disheveled?" Pamela
Allen mocked.
Ronan, too lazy to argue, continued towards his car.
"Stop right there! If you weren't staying at Catherine's house, you'd have to come with me," Pamela Allen snapped.
Ronan stopped, feigning a sigh, then walked up to Pamela Allen, gazing at her silently for five seconds. While she was somewhat bewildered and flustered, he suddenly wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace, and then showered her with a passionate kiss. Pamela Allen initially struggled, but after a few seconds, she became flustered and eventually simply embraced Ronan.
After a passionate two-minute kiss, Ronan stared at Pamela Allen in his arms and said, "Old beauty, I think you've fallen in love with me. I'm burning with desire right now and just want to find a woman to fuck hard. If I get in your car, I can't guarantee I won't violate you." "
Aren't you violating me right now?" Pamela Allen lowered her head, revealing a hint of coy resistance, which Ronan found amusing. This older beauty seemed to have a serious lack of romantic experience; otherwise, she wouldn't know that she was driven by hatred to love.
"So, you want me to violate you?" Ronan lifted her chin, noticing that although she was over fifty, her mature beauty still remained, perhaps offering a unique pleasure.
Pamela broke free from Ronan's embrace, said nothing, and simply walked towards her pickup truck. She paused for a few seconds before getting in, and Ronan naturally understood her meaning, so he immediately pounced into the vehicle.
"Listen, I need to make this clear: the woman who sleeps with me must abide by one rule..."
"Do you think at my age, it's necessary to find another lover?"
"Huh? So you just want a lover? No..."
"Do you want to marry me? I dare to marry you, but do you? What about all your other lovers? Are you planning to convert to Islam? Even if you do, you can only have four wives, and you still have many other lovers. Are you willing to give them up?"
"I find you understand me quite well." "
Of course. What I really want to know is, why did you force me to take off my clothes in Iraq?"
"Can't you just not tell me?"
"No."
"Then let's exchange it for something."
"What is it?" "
..."
"Ah, you old pervert."
"Actually, I thought you had a good figure, so I just wanted to see your body on a whim, uh... I really wanted to see your buttocks. I think your buttocks are quite young, almost like a young girl's."
Pamei was speechless.
An hour later, in a park.
Ronan thrust deeply into Pamela's body. Even before reaching the very depths, he felt her vaginal opening contract tightly, like a hoop constantly squeezing his erect penis. There was another hoop in the middle of her vagina, encircling the groove below his glans, constantly tightening and writhing, giving him immense pleasure.
"I didn't expect you to have so many openings down there," Ronan chuckled.
Pamela groaned but didn't reply. Her senses were very acute; although her vulva was wide, it hadn't lost its elasticity. Especially after the thick penis entered, the vaginal muscles reacted intensely, the folds of her vaginal walls squeezing and rubbing fiercely against the shaft, quickly arousing her.
Ronan could even clearly feel the increased secretion of vaginal lubrication within Pamela's vagina, which surprised him quite a bit. The vaginas of most Western women are quite dry; lubrication only occurs when sexual arousal reaches a certain level, and even then, it often turns into a milky white fluid after friction. When this fluid comes into contact with a man's penis, the amount is usually small, rarely enough to form a fluid that leaks out, let alone spray or ejaculate.
Ronan felt that Pamela should be categorized as a very wet and sensitive woman. He only slowly inserted his penis, and the secretion of vaginal fluids increased at least twice as fast, demonstrating the intensity of her pleasure. When
his penis reached the deepest part of her vagina, Ronan felt a strong suction on his glans. This woman's genitals were indeed a rare triple gate; the vaginal opening, the middle section of the vagina, and the cervix were all exceptionally well-developed with astonishing contractile force, making his penetration feel like squeezing through three gates. If a man with slightly weaker self-control had entered, he would likely have ejaculated immediately upon being sucked by her clitoris, ending Pamela's pleasure and preventing her from reaching orgasm.
Ronan's self-control was extraordinary; although he felt immense pleasure, Pamela couldn't defeat him. He began to slowly thrust his penis in and out, allowing Pamela to adapt to its size. At the same time, he adjusted his position, exploring the most pleasurable spots within Pamela's vagina. Although the thrusting was slow, the amplitude was large. The long, fleshy shaft pulled back to the vulva, then plunged deep into the vagina, hitting the clitoris.
Pamela couldn't help but cling tightly to Ronan's shoulders, moaning loudly. Her pleasure was intense, especially with Ronan's current thrusting style. Each thrust felt like her heart was being lifted, and each deep penetration, hitting the clitoris, felt like a dull thud to her heart. The pleasure inside her vagina caused a tingling sensation in her cervix, and the impact of the glans on her clitoris spread deep into the cervix, causing small spasms that made her feel like she was about to urinate.
Ronan increased the speed of his thrusting, and the love juice inside Pamela's vagina was ground into a paste, seeping out from her vulva, along the pubic sulcus, and even down to her anus.
"God, I'm going to die..." Twenty minutes of thrusting finally brought Pamela's first orgasm. She clenched her vagina, her body convulsing violently, but even more intense was the cervix at the tip of her vagina, her vulva wide open, gushing out a stream of hot, almost transparent, sticky fluid. She had ejaculated, and quite a lot at once. The fluid shot out just as Ronan withdrew his penis, so it shot out directly, soaking both of their genitals. More flowed down Pamela's pubic sulcus, through her anus, and dripped onto the car seats and even the footrests.
Ronan didn't give Pamela a moment to catch her breath. His penis penetrated her again, this time going even further, the glans almost completely inside her, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of the triple penetration.
Pamela's orgasms surged again and again. When his penis reached her uterus, she finally experienced her first uterine ejaculation, the spray of fluid making Ronan feel as if she had urinated. An even greater climax followed Ronan's first ejaculation. As his hot semen struck Pamela's uterine wall, her intense orgasm nearly made her faint; the copious amount of semen she ejaculated was as thick as porridge with too much rice.
The two made love in the car for three hours straight, with Ronan ejaculating twice. Although he had played with Pamela's anus with his fingers, he ultimately didn't let this nearly exhausted woman experience anal sex. He only had her clean the semen from his penis with her mouth, enjoying half a feast of semen.
Pamela seemed conservative, but she didn't refuse these sexual requests. Although she wasn't a virgin before, she had been with no more than two men, clearly considered a chaste woman in the Western world. Ronan was somewhat satisfied with her. Especially seeing her complain about her uterus being filled with semen and not knowing what to do with it, Ronan's possessiveness was completely satisfied.
"Why is there so much semen? Will I get pregnant?" Pamela asked afterward. "Maybe I should buy birth control pills."
Ronan smiled without speaking. This matter concerned a secret about his body: none of the women he had slept with had become pregnant. However, he wasn't in a hurry, as having offspring was still a distant matter for him, and he didn't need to consider it for the time being.
"Those things are in my uterus, what should I do? I feel like I'm filled up inside, and they seem to be radiating heat, feeling warm, like the intense feeling from my orgasm hasn't faded. How can this be? I can't just open my cervix and let it flow out..."
Pamela's worries nag Ronan for half the night, but after he brought her to another orgasm, she never mentioned it again.
Ronan and Pamela's lovemaking continued for two days until finally someone couldn't stand it anymore—that person was Catherine.
If someone were to call her a jealous woman now, and ask ten judges to decide, at least eight of them would agree.
Catherine was indeed jealous, but not because she had fallen in love with Ronan. It was because Ronan had abandoned her to get entangled with that old woman, Pamela—though Pamela seemed to be getting more and more radiant and alluring, as if she had regained her youth overnight.
"Perhaps we should talk," Catherine said resentfully, barging into Pamela's temporary residence and looking at the two lovebirds cuddling together.
"Oh? Time to go?" Ronan glanced around, unsure of what to do.
"I'm talking about what happened between us," Catherine said, emphasizing each word.
"What's going on between us? Catherine, you're young and beautiful, a brigadier general, your career is full of promise. If you wanted a lover, men would line up from the East Coast to the West Coast. Why are you fixated on one? I'm too old for your youthful body. You should move on. There are plenty of strong men in America; you could easily organize a whole army of gigolos."
Ronan's words seemed reasonable, but they only made the beautiful general's eyes flash with anger.
"Do you think I came here because I regretted it? Do you think I'd still be hung up on an old man like you? Please, it's the 21st century! Your outdated ideas should be buried three thousand feet underground, you old Casanova. I came to see Parma. I think we should get going. All the preparations are complete. As one of the supervisors, I've noticed you've forgotten your job, Allen." "
That's none of your concern, Catherine. The CIA has its own way of doing things." Parma deftly deflected Catherine's attack. Although the two women had a good personal relationship, they weren't close friends. Neither was willing to back down when their own interests were at stake.
Ronan, slightly annoyed, didn't mind. He didn't expect any beautiful woman to fall head over heels in love with him at first sight; that wasn't love, it was a horror story. Catherine was simply venting her frustration at being stood up at the last minute for a casual fling.
"Leaving now?"
"Yes, but please put on some formal attire first." Catherine snorted and turned to leave the room.
"Cheers." The couple in the room, only wearing pajamas, weren't in a hurry. They smiled at each other and downed the glass of red wine they'd forgotten to drink during their lovemaking the night before.
"Are we going straight to China?"
"No, we're going to Japan first. The headquarters of the intelligence group jointly established by the CIA (Central Intelligence Agency) and INSCOM (United States Army Intelligence and Security Command) is located there."
On a flight from Tokyo, Japan to Chengdu, China. Ronan was still dressed like an American old man, casually dressed, like a middle-class tycoon traveling the world.
He was naturally in the luxury cabin. Since someone was covering the expenses, Ronan didn't mind indulging a little more. What he enjoyed even more was that there was a beautiful woman in the same cabin on the same flight as him, and her seat was right next to his.
She was a rather refreshing-looking woman, or perhaps a young married woman would be more appropriate.
Around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, she wasn't stunningly beautiful at first glance; her face wasn't exceptionally pretty, and her figure wasn't particularly outstanding. However, upon closer inspection, she became quite pleasing to the eye, possessing a refreshing aura. As for her figure, she seemed strong and healthy, exuding a healthy sexiness.
The young woman wore large sunglasses and was constantly on the phone as soon as she boarded the plane. Ronan learned her name was Pei Yunting—it seemed to be the name of a sports star. Ronan vaguely remembered her, but the Pei Yunting he remembered was just a pretty young woman in her teens, which seemed difficult to reconcile with the refreshing young married woman before him.
During the seven or eight-hour flight from Tokyo to Chengdu, Pei Yunting was on the phone the entire time. However, it seemed the call brought her not pleasure, but anger. She went from speaking softly to shouting, hurling insults like "bastard" and "trash" at each other, completely forgetting she was on an airplane and disregarding basic etiquette. Only when a flight attendant reminded her did she angrily hang up her phone and offer a dry, apologetic smile to those around her. Facing Ronan's gaze, Pei Yunting rolled her eyes and snorted coldly, offering no kindness. "
What an arrogant woman," Ronan thought to himself, as he picked up a magazine, half-turning away to show Pei Yunting the back of his head.
He had originally intended to make contact with this young woman, but Pei Yunting's phone call had changed his mind. He had clearly heard that Pei Yunting was a married woman, but her husband had been keeping two mistresses from her for over two years, only recently exposing the affair. As a result, Pei Yunting had begun a divorce and was involved in a property division lawsuit. Her husband seemed quite powerful, and in order to protect his assets as much as possible, he resorted to threats when negotiations failed, which provoked Pei Yunting's incessant cursing.
Ronan understood Korean and had been watching and listening to Pei Yunting. Because of some of the things Pei Yunting's husband said, a sneer involuntarily appeared on his face, which annoyed Pei Yunting.
This woman was not only proud but also sensitive. That was Ronan's impression of Pei Yunting. However, since Pei Yunting didn't have a good impression of him, he didn't want to offend her, so he didn't speak to her at all during the several-hour journey.
With a slight sense of regret, Ronan disembarked the plane, only to unexpectedly discover that there was another beautiful woman in the same cabin. However, he had been so focused on admiring Pei Yunting that he had forgotten to observe the others.
This second beauty was just a fleeting glimpse for Ronan, as he only saw her when going through customs, catching only a glimpse of flowing black hair and a back view swaying like a willow in a gentle breeze.
Although it was just a back view, Ronan was already certain that she was a stunning beauty. Unfortunately, he ultimately had no chance to contact her, adding another small regret to his heart.
Three hours later, Ronan sat in a shabby noodle shop on a chaotic street in Chengdu's western district, enjoying his spicy noodle soup.
Originally, according to the plan devised beforehand with the joint intelligence team led by Pamela and Landy, he should have checked into his pre-booked hotel as soon as possible. There, a contact person would be in place to contact him and arrange his meeting with Lin Saiyun. However, Ronan didn't intend to be a puppet, so after getting off the plane, he called Landy, saying he would handle everything. Then, amidst Landy's furious roar, he crumpled his specially made phone into a lump of metal.
Afterward, Ronan easily found his way to Chengdu's western district, rented an apartment for two thousand US dollars, and leisurely strolled around until he discovered this unassuming noodle shop. He went in, ordered two bowls of spicy noodle soup, and began to devour it.

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