Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 24 (pt. 2)

Chapter 24 (pt. 2) – Do You Want To Have s3x With Me? (Micro H)

Wei Qing quickly finished applying the ointment to some areas on her arm, then her side waist.

Sylvie’s back whole body trembled slightly when she pressed her palm down.

Sylvie’s body couldn’t help but go limp when the woman touched her; her body felt soft, and she felt her body heating up.

As the ointment spread and absorbed, it gave off warmth, the woman’s palm was hot too.

It was warm, and the side of her waist seemed to burn a little bit.

She couldn’t help but recall some moments from yesterday. yesterday.

Yesterday, the woman had unconsciously gripped her waist, then thrust upward, her c0ck pushed deep inside her when she thrust upward.

Sylvie felt like her belly was about to bulge out from the depth.

She felt a slight wetness down below, and she instinctively glanced at the woman’s crotch; there’s no reaction and response.

Wei Qing felt uneasy; she felt awkward by her trembling, and quickly rubbed a few circles with her hand.

“Why are you trembling and shaking?” she asked.

She was annoyed, her face slightly flushed red.

Sylvie pressed her lips, her expression showing a hint of grievance, and said, “Master, it’s itchy…”

Wei Qing realized her reaction was too much; she took a deep breath deeply, exhaled, and continued her movements.

“Master, here,” Sylvie says, pointing to her collarbone.

Her fingertips gently touch her collarbone.

Wei Qing looked at her, frowned, wondering why this person was like this.

Her face was so red, her pupils wet; she was lazily half-closed.

There was a scar stretched from her shoulder across her collarbone downward.

Her expression looked oddly strange.

Wei Qing scooped out another chunk of creamy white white ointment and pressed it onto her collarbone.

It spread over the round area of her shoulder, following the red mark downward; her fingers felt even softer than before.

The girl leaned closer, seemingly to make it easier for her, slightly bending forward.

Her white bra wrapped her small br3asts, gathering a gentle curve, with a dip in the cleavage.

Wei Qing’s hand moved downward while rubbing, the girl’s voice breathing sounded close.

The air felt very quiet; some scenes from her dream came to mind, inappropriately yet fittingly, at that moment.

( She won’t refuse your excessive requests. )

— Are you aroused? Do you need my help?

— I dreamed of being in bed with you, riding you, your c0ck was huge, when you fucked me…

What then?

Wei Qing closed her eyes briefly, stayed expressionless, felt her hand soften, and the atmosphere seemed to grow strange.

When she looked up, the slender girl stared at her with wet pupils, breathing slightly heavily.

The little slave’s breathing grew heavier.

Her fingertips pressed against the girl’s forehead, pushing her back away slightly.

The girl’s eyes showed even more grievance.

“Turn around,” Wei Qing said, her voice cold.

“Okay,” Sylvie said.

“Okay,” she slightly shifted her body, turning her back to her.

Her silvery hair slid to one side, her neck white and delicate, a thin whip scar stretched from her shoulder blade down to her waistline.

Her waist was very slender, as if it could be held in one hand.

The bra straps of her underwear covered some of the scar’s areas.

Wei Qing paused for a moment, then untied it for her.

“Hold it up, don’t turn around suddenly,” Wei Qing said.

Sylvie’s body trembled slightly; she felt the bra straps of her sweater fall to the sides.

Her eyes held a flicker of excitement; being exposed in front of this woman… felt her thrilled body in a strange thrill.

She loosely covered her br3asts through the fabric of her bra, and her quickening heartbeat.

The woman’s fingertips, carrying the cool touch of the ointment, brushed over her back, the sensation clear; the coolness made her shiver slightly.

This person’s hand was always beautiful—slender, graceful, with distinct knuckles.

Her white fingertips, when handling the white creamy ointment, carried a strong erotic undertone.

It gently massaged her skin.

“Master, I’m feeling a bit tired,” Sylvie said.

“I’m not tired, so tired yet—why are you tired?” the woman said, her voice a bit exasperated.

“Are you done?” Sylvie asked.

“No,” Wei Qing replied.

“Now?” Sylvie asked again.

“It’s done,” Wei Qing said, her face calm.

“Okay,” Sylvie said, turning around, clutching her chest.

Her bra had slipped down a bit, whether by accident or on purpose.

Her slender arm pressed against her half-exposed pale br3ast, her misty blue eyes wet pupils reflecting the woman’s face.

After a silent stare, she suddenly tilted her head and smiled faintly.

“Master, your ears are red,” she said.

Her gaze drifted downward, to the slight bulge in the fabric at her waist until her crotch.

“You seemed to be a bit aroused,” she said.

Wei Qing’s eyes followed her gaze downward.

She heard the girl’s soft voice continue, “Do you want to have s3x with me?” she asked.

“I’m willing,” Sylvie said.