Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 26 (pt. 2)

The fluid had already wet her thighs when the girl sat on her.

She felt the slippery friction.

So wet… Was this typical of an adult game heroine?

“Will it fit?” Wei Qing asked, frowning skeptically.

She hissed softly as her base was gripped.

The girl grabbed her hot organ, stroked it a few times, and aligned it with herself.

It was red and swollen, veins bulging menacingly.

Yet the woman asked such a question with academic seriousness.

“It will fit,” Sylvie said warmly, meeting her gaze.

She shifted slightly, leaning back, one hand supporting herself behind, the other guiding the woman’s c0ck.

She closed her eyes.

Not long ago, she had done this with her, even if the woman was unconscious.

It felt so good then.

Now, with her awake, it would be even better.

Her mind blanked slightly.

She rubbed the organ’s tip against her entrance and pushed it in.

It went in surprisingly easily, likely because she was so wet.

Her pvssy lubricated the incoming object.

Both let out soft hums.

The egg-sized c0ck head entered slowly, halfway in.

It felt full, stretching her strongly.

The empty, itchy sensation eased with the filling.

Sylvie’s misty blue eyes narrowed, flashing satisfaction.

Then her strength faltered.

Sylvie leaned forward, grabbed the woman’s collar, and steadied her breathing.

Her eye corners wet and red, she looked shy yet seductive.

“I’m a bit weak… Master,” she said.

Wei Qing’s arousal pained her.

The sight between their legs—a thick c0ck connected to the girl’s pvssy, soft folds stretched open, base still gripped, framed by the girl’s frail legs—was overwhelming.

The tightness around her pvssy was intense, weakening her waist.

It hardened further, and a stronger urge surged.

Wei Qing lifted the girl’s hips, held her up, adjusted her position, and guided her down.

Her legs moved instinctively, thrusting upward with force.

A muffled sound came as the girl sat down.

She let out a pained hum as the entire length entered.

Wei Qing breathed heavily.

She couldn’t hold back.

She leaned back into the sofa, holding the girl close, patting her frail back soothingly.

Her hands gripped the girl’s hips, lifting her to ride the overly excited c0ck.

She thrust upward rapidly a dozen times.

The c0ck stretched the tight, warm pvssy, easily reaching the deepest point.

Her hips slapped against the girl, making loud smacking sounds.

It felt too good.

Nothing like touching herself.

“Hmm… ahh… Master…” the girl said.

The girl buried her face in Wei Qing’s neck.

Her frail, slender body lifted easily.

Each full thrust drew heavier hums, turning into soft, tickling moans.

“Gently… Master, gentler…”

Her pvssy squeezed the c0ck tightly; its rough veins scraped the walls.

The position allowed deep penetration, the tip hitting the innermost barrier, drawing out flooding fluids that dripped between their legs.

Wei Qing’s breathing grew erratic.

The intense unfamiliar pleasure surged from her lower abdomen, filling her with exhilaration.

Her hips tensed instinctively.

She sank into the sofa’s soft backrest, leaning back to thrust better.

“So good… feels amazing… good girl…” she said, soothing chaotically.

She couldn’t control her body, thrusting hard upward.

The uncontrolled force made the girl’s body bounce slightly.

Her eye corners grew wetter, her nose reddened, and her lips parted with broken, enduring sounds.

“Master… too deep… gentler…” she said.

Compared to the dream, this felt sharper.

The pleasure was intense, the sensation of being enveloped vivid.

It felt distinctly like fucking a pvssy.

The girl’s enduring moans sounded beautiful, soft as dripping water, trembling with a tone of being overwhelmed.

It only excited Wei Qing more.

The c0ck’s faster thrusts brought out ground fluids, veins glistening wetly.

The pvssy grew slicker, tender flesh rubbing up and down.

With vigorous pumping, it moved more smoothly.

“So good… ugh, hmm…” Wei Qing said.