Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 34 (pt. 1)

The thick, hard c0ck was in the girl’s mouth as she leaned forward.

Sylvie’s lips stretched, turning slightly red.

Saliva coated it as it slid out, and when it went back in, some glistening droplets dripped down her chin.

Her red lips and fair, slightly seductive brows lifted.

Her misty eyes, wet and teary, looked up at the person above.

Her soft mouth held the deep red c0ck rising between the woman’s legs.

Her breathing was soft, shallow, and steady.

…

Sylvie, of course, wouldn’t refuse her request, especially since it was just this kind of request.

The ointment on her back dried quickly.

Before starting, the woman had her put on a sleep shirt.

Sylvie tilted her head in surprise, her expression clearly questioning the need for it.

Wei Qing understood her look and patted her.

“We’re not doing it tonight. Just help me finish with your mouth,” she said.

The woman placed a pillow under Sylvie’s body.

Wei Qing leaned against the headboard, her dark hair loosely spread.

Sylvie leaned down, positioned between the woman’s slightly bent legs, and lifted her skirt.

The woman’s long, fair legs revealed a soft, limp c0ck.

Unaroused, it looked very different from when it was hard—pink and tender, hanging with two small balls.

As Sylvie leaned closer, it twitched, perhaps nervous from being exposed or from her gaze.

She licked it with her wet tongue tip.

After a few licks, it stiffened, swelling several times larger.

Sylvie held the base with her hand, stroking while taking the tip into her mouth.

She opened wide.

Fresh from a bath, it even carried a faint scent of body wash.

The veins at the lower third pulsed in her mouth.

Her self-taught skills were strong.

Her teeth occasionally grazed the shaft, but not too hard, heightening the woman’s pleasure with a sensation that was both painful and not. It caused shivers.

Following the woman’s light or heavy hums, Sylvie adjusted her sucking strength.

She began to move it in and out without error.

Her elbows propped up her head, bobbing up and down.

The musky smell gradually filled her mouth.

The c0ck under her hand swelled to an alarming size.

Her eyes reddened from slight breathlessness.

Just knowing the woman was watching her give oral made her pvssy itch slightly, leaking some fluid.

Strange, why did her body feel so much more excited than before?

The bright red c0ck moved in and out of her mouth.

Her saliva flowed heavily as it thrust in.

The tip hit her throat, causing a gagging sensation that reddened her eyes further.

She still tried to take it deeper, her wet tongue circling the shaft.

She looked up, her eyes teary, red at the edges, looking like she might cry.

Her throat contracted instinctively.

It was too long—she couldn’t swallow it all.

Half remained outside.

Her soft hand gripped the base, stroking.

Her touch was gentle until the woman sighed and urged her to use more force.

Sylvie then moved her hand faster.

The woman leaned forward, her hand covering Sylvie’s, her eyes faintly red as she guided her strokes.

The c0ck stood in her mouth. Wei Qing didn’t hold back her climax and soon came into the girl’s mouth.

“Good girl, can you swallow it? Don’t spill,” she said.

She panted, touched Sylvie’s flushed face, and the breathless girl slowly pulled back.

Her mouth couldn’t close right away.

Semen seemed to cling to her throat.

Sylvie paused, raised her hand, and caught some dripping from her chin.

After a moment, her mouth slowly closed, and she swallowed.

The taste was thick and musky.

Wei Qing turned to grab tissues, pulled a few, and turned back.

She saw Sylvie lazily lying on the pillow, her eyes soft and wet, her red tongue licking her fingertips.

Semen hung on the fingers she caught it with.

Wei Qing felt her waist weaken again.

“Alright, alright, you don’t have to…” she said, wiping Sylvie’s mouth and chin.

She wiped Sylvie’s hand, then herself.

Good, task completed.