Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 35 (pt. 2)

Her c0ck throbbed painfully.

Wei Qing rubbed her forehead, closed her eyes as if to endure, and pushed the door open.

Her legs felt weak as she stepped to the bedside, looking down, her expression unreadable.

The erect c0ck ached from rubbing against her steps.

Her voice was hoarse.

“… Keep going,” she said.

Sylvie bit her lower lip, the soft flesh turning rosy.

Her smile widened.

Her fingers obediently returned to her legs.

Her cheeks glowed, her eyes wet, watching Wei Qing.

Her fingertips parted the sticky red flesh, sliding in, moving slowly.

“Why did Master come out?” she asked, panting lightly.

Her pvssy was red and swollen, her fingers coated in slick.

After a bit, she tilted her head back, panting, but her eyes fixed on the obvious bulge under Wei Qing’s skirt.

“I…”

The bulge seemed to swell under her gaze.

“I… wanted to sleep with you,” Wei Qing said.

“Mm, hah… what kind, ha… of sleeping…” Sylvie says.

Wei Qing didn’t know how to answer.

“Master, I can’t climax,” Sylvie said, her voice pitiful.

“… Why?” Wei Qing asked.

“Because it’s not Master’s fingers,” Sylvie said.

…This conversation was impossible.

Wei Qing’s head spun.

Her mouth opened dryly.

he sat down, reached out, and Sylvie arched her waist, rubbing her soft flesh against her.

Sylvie hummed, coating Wei Qing’s hand with slick.

Wei Qing couldn’t take it.

She knelt one knee on the mattress, turned Sylvie to face her, her skirt brushing Sylvie’s bare thighs.

Her hand replaced Sylvie’s wet, limp fingers.

Her slender fingertips pressed in, the hot inner walls gripping tightly, wet and slick.

Her c0ck ached more.

Her fingers curled in the tight passage, pressing precisely over a soft bulge.

Sylvie’s moans rose.

“Master, Master…!” she cried.

After a short while, Sylvie’s bare legs trembled wildly.

Her soft flesh sucked at Wei Qing’s fingers, honey gushing into her palm.

Her legs, as if with a mind of their own, hooked around Wei Qing’s waist.

Her wet pvssy pressed against the hard bulge under Wei Qing’s skirt, rubbing.

Her voice was soft and sticky.

“More…” she says.

Sylvie nuzzled her hot earlobe, her fingers already undoing the tie at Wei Qing’s skirt.

“Master… can you use this?” she says.

Her intent was clear, the erect c0ck sprang free, its tip already leaking clear fluid.

Sylvie slowly circled it with her hand, her thumb smearing the slick liquid at the tip, stroking slowly.

The c0ck swelled to a frightening size, standing long and tall.

Sylvie’s pale fingers guided it to her still-twitching entrance.

Wei Qing gripped her waist, sank down, and the c0ck parted layers of soft pvssy flesh.

Both gasped, the fullness far more satisfying than fingers.

The pvssy’s inner walls were astonishingly wet and soft.

Sylvie’s walls sucked at her like they were alive.

She arched her neck, her sobs steady.

“So full… Master, Master… it’s hitting the deepest part,” she says.

Wei Qing leaned down, touched her, cheek against cheek.

“Good girl,” she said.

After a moment of being enveloped, her hips began to thrust slowly.

The thick c0ck slid in inch by inch, pulling out with glistening wet streaks, then slamming back deep, making fleshy smacks.

Sylvie’s moans were broken, her pale legs wrapped around Wei Qing’s waist, her heels marking red spots on Wei Qing’s lower back with each thrust.

“Master… so good, ugh… hah mm…” she says.

Sylvie’s body soon tensed again, her fingers clutched Wei Qing’s loose hair.

Wei Qing pressed down her arched waist, feeling herself through Sylvie’s soft belly.

“Again… ah!” Sylvie cried.

The inner walls contracted sharply.

Wei Qing’s thrusts speeding up.

The hard tip ground over trembling flesh, drawing more fluid.

“Don’t bite so hard…” Wei Qing said, her voice shaking with pleasure.

After hundreds of hard thrusts, the pvssy’s grip made her weak.

Wei Qing’s mind blanked.

“Why… why are you always…” she said.

How was she climaxing nonstop…!?

The passage writhed intensely.

Wei Qing couldn’t hold back.

Hot liquid shot inside as Sylvie let out a long sob, her legs clamping tightly, toes curling against the sheets.

Their breathing was rapid, uneven.

Sylvie’s lashes trembled, her eyes dazed, misty.

Wei Qing pulled out, her c0ck slick, flipped Sylvie over, parted her soft, pale hips, and thrust back in.

This position went deeper.

Sylvie lay on the bed, moaning weakly, but her hips moved back to meet her.

Wei Qing gripped her waist, her belly pressing against Sylvie’s soft hips, slapping hard with loud smacks.

She sped up, her c0ck sliding smoothly in the wet passage.

The soft bed rebounded with the thrusts.

The deep red c0ck pulled out slightly, then slammed back in fully, the balls swinging and slapping Sylvie’s hips.

There were so many fluids splattered.