Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 36 (pt. 2)

[ Task 2/2: Please collect materials in the jungle for making potions, pink flowers 6/10 and blue flowers 0/10. ]

They kept moving forward, squatting, searching, and picking.

[ Pink flowers 10/10, blue flowers 0/10. ]

“Still need blue flowers…” Wei Qing muttered.

They reached the tree, an old one with a thick trunk.

Behind it, some blue peeked out.

Wei Qing walked over and looked behind it.

She took a deep breath, touched.

What a perfect heroine moment; the blue flowers were complete too.

It was the hottest part of the afternoon, but the tree’s shade felt soothing, and the air was pleasant.

Wei Qing, exhausted from the search and sun, sat down and took off her sunhat.

“Let’s rest, let’s rest,” she said weakly.

Sylvie sat close to her, took off her straw hat, and fanned her.

Wei Qing squinted comfortably.

The woman wore a white shirt and cargo pants today, hugging her knees as she sat.

Her hair was tied up, loose strands by her pale temples swaying with the fanning, her eyes narrowed.

Such a delicate lady who couldn’t handle hardship.

But so beautiful.

Sylvie’s mood inexplicably brightened.

She fanned for a while, then slowly leaned closer, her voice soft.

“Master, can we kiss?” she asked.

Wei Qing opened her eyes slightly.

At such close distance, the girl’s long lashes and stunning pupils reflected her face, her breath like a feather.

Wei Qing touched her face, her lips brushing hers lightly.

She didn’t open her mouth, but it was soft, making her heart race.

Sylvie’s eyes grew misty, and she leaned in again, kissing her.

Wei Qing’s breathing grew heavy.

She held Sylvie’s neck, their warm breaths mingling.

The girl’s tongue was wet and sweet, accompanied by soft, breathless moans.

The kiss left them weak, and they somehow fell together.

Wei Qing pressed her down, kissing her cheeks until they flushed, her eyes misty.

Finally, the shame of being exposed outdoors snapped Wei Qing back, and she sat up.

“Good baby… help me,” she said hoarsely.

She was aroused.

She guided Sylvie’s hand down, unzipped her pants, and gripped her c0ck’s base.

Sylvie’s hand circled it and moved up and down.

Wei Qing panted; their breaths hot, eyelashes trembling.

Sylvie kissed her while moving her hand between her legs, where a long c0ck stood under the cover of the straw hat.

After stroking for a while without release, Sylvie leaned over her lap.

The large hat hid her head.

Sylvie’s lips, fresh from kissing, moved down the hard, hot c0ck, which glistened with precum, and took it into her mouth.

Her soft tongue swirled around the tip, occasionally sucking.

Sylvie skillfully played with the balls below, one hand still stroking the base.

Wei Qing’s eyes reddened, her moans restrained, her hand absently running through Sylvie’s hair.

After a long time of sucking, Wei Qing couldn’t hold back, thrust twice into her mouth, and came.

The musky liquid shot into Sylvie’s throat, the c0ck twitching as it released.

Sylvie’s eyes teared up, and she slowly pulled back after it finished, swallowing the semen, her lips red and raw.