Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 31 (pt. 1)

The sound of flesh colliding echoed continuously.

“Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap…”

Sylvie’s moans, a mix of crying and gasping, filled the air.

Wei Qing soon noticed something thrilling, making her feel perverse for a moment.

When thunder roared outside, Sylvie’s voice paused briefly, and her pvssy tightened.

Her pvssy contracted even more, nearly squeezing Wei Qing to the breaking point.

“Bite a little lighter…”

Wei Qing sighed softly.

Her c0ck, pressing through sticky, glistening fluids, moved in and out with wet squelching sounds.

The deep red, rigid shaft thrust vigorously.

Sylvie’s body was obscenely sensitive.

The spot where they joined was soaked, a pool of liquid beneath them.

The hard c0ck pistoned in and out, pulling out a flood of splashing pvssy juices.

“Master… mmh, hngh…” Sylvie moaned.

The rain outside provided a fitting backdrop, wild and urgent.

Sylvie tilted her neck back, her expression dazed, her eyes wet and trembling.

She climaxed again.

Wei Qing slowed her movements, letting out a soft hum from the pressure.

Her c0ck was tightly enveloped by the wet pvssy, the squeezing pleasure mixed with a faint sense of constriction.

The shaft moved slowly through the warm pvssy.

The blanket had long been pushed behind them.

Wei Qing, catching occasional flashes of lightning, saw Sylvie’s expression clearly.

Her flushed lips parted, unable to stop her sounds from being fucked.

Her eyes were dazed, yet her misty blue gaze held a deep satisfaction.

Her large eyes, slightly narrowed, formed a sleek shape, framed by thick lashes.

The upturned, reddened corners were delicate and beautiful.

She no longer looked like the scrawny, pitiful little slave from their first meeting.

Wei Qing thrust her hips forward, slowly pushing her c0ck inside.

The hard tip reached the cervix, pressing against the soft flesh, grinding to deepen Sylvie’s pleasure during her climax.

“Hngh… mmh… Master,” Sylvie’s bent legs trembled under Wei Qing’s hands.

Her body tensed, followed by rapid panting.

Her wet, parted lips murmured Wei Qing’s title unconsciously.

Wei Qing’s movements paused briefly, stirred by an indescribable emotion.

She continued slowly, her gaze dropping to study Sylvie.

Most of the scars on Sylvie’s body had faded to red marks, barely noticeable now, especially with her skin flushed pink from their intimacy.

They looked almost like marks from rough play.

Her slender waist, glossy silver hair, pale skin, delicate arms and legs—every part of her was fragile and soft.

Wei Qing instinctively squeezed Sylvie’s tender thigh under her hand.

The skin felt soft and smooth… She had been well cared for.

A sudden sense of pride welled up in Wei Qing.

Sylvie’s nightgown was lifted to her waist.

Wei Qing touched Sylvie’s soft, bare stomach.

Such a slim waist, yet she could feel her own c0ck’s outline through the trembling, heated skin.

It bulged slightly.

The narrow pvssy and thin abdomen protruded with each thrust.

Wei Qing’s expression turned pensive for a moment.

This feeling… was undeniably erotic.

Her c0ck, aroused, thrust dozens of times more.

With one deep push, the hard tip slammed into the deepest part.

She finally came.

Her c0ck trembled inside Sylvie’s body, twitching, releasing in spurts.

Sylvie’s eyes closed slightly, feeling the heat.

Her pvssy, stretched full, sensed the c0ck’s shape. Her lashes trembled.

After a moment, her eyes showed a strange satisfaction.

It was her Master’s… all hers.

While coming, Wei Qing suddenly wondered if this could lead to pregnancy.

The thought lasted only a moment before she dismissed it.

It probably wouldn’t.

She sank into the release, the pleasure blurring her vision slightly.

Rapid panting—whose, she couldn’t tell—filled the air.

Coming inside felt… magical and comfortable.

The hot, soft pvssy wrapped around her, its perfect warmth wriggling to deepen her pleasure as she released.

No need to worry about pregnancy—she wasn’t a purebred man. The game she played hadn’t mentioned such a plotline either. This was purely for adult fun.

Though she hadn’t planned for this initially, after all the twists and turns, here they were.

Her journey of raising this “cub” was long gone.

Wei Qing rested for a moment, then slowly pulled out.

Her softened c0ck, sticky from being inside so long, made a wet pop as it withdrew.

Sylvie’s stomach flattened without the support.

Excess semen slid from her slightly swollen pvssy, dripping into the crease of her pale hips.