Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 39

The moment the c0ck fully entered, Sylvie’s muffled gasp mixed with a nasal hum through the ball gag.

The c0ck, much larger than the slender toy, stretched her intestines into an unfamiliar shape.

A strange, foreign sensation hit her, the fullness overwhelming, but she quickly sank back into surging passion.

It’s okay… it’s okay.

If it’s Master, anywhere is fine.

Sylvie’s fingers clenched the bedsheet tightly, her breathing wet and rapid, crumpling the fabric.

Her vision blurred with tears.

“Relax… you’re going to break it,” Wei Qing said.

Wei Qing gripped her waist, her voice like a sigh.

Her abdomen pressed against Sylvie’s soft hips, the tight intestinal walls clamping her c0ck firmly, resisting more than the wet pvssy.

Her hand moved forward, kneading Sylvie’s soft chest.

Her fingers undid the strap’s buckle behind Sylvie’s head, and the saliva-soaked ball gag fell to the pillow with a thud.

Wei Qing wanted to hear her voice now.

“Good girl, let it out,” Wei Qing said.

Sylvie gasped heavily, her lips marked from stretching, her pink tongue poking out, making “haah, haah” sounds.

Her vision felt hot and hazy.

The woman’s voice sounded unclear to her foggy mind.

She greedily sucked in air, like a drowning person finally getting oxygen.

The hot air passed through her lungs, coming back out, pulling saliva that dripped down her chin.

“Why’s your tongue sticking out?” Wei Qing asked.

Wei Qing leaned down, kissed her neck.

Sylvie’s hands, bound together, left red marks on her wrists, stretched above her head.

Her bare, trembling back curved erotically, her waist soft, her hips raised high, the thick, dark red c0ck buried between them.

It looked shockingly erotic.

Wei Qing pinched her waist, her heart racing with excitement, her lower abdomen tightening.

Her c0ck moved slowly, and Sylvie’s neck arched, her tongue still out, her mouth open wide.

Her back hole uncontrollably clenched the invading object.

“Haah…” It’s too big, Sylvie thought, trembling harder.

Sylvie instinctively turned her head, meeting Wei Qing’s lips.

Her wet, red eyes looked debauched, her sidelong glance breathtakingly erotic, wet and misty, her lashes lowered.

Her silver-gray hair spilled out, her long-stretched lips pulled red at the corners, her chin wet with a slightly salty tearful taste.

Wei Qing’s tongue hooked hers, licking the soft, sweet heat, swallowing the moans jolted out by the thrusts.

“Ah… hah, mm, Qing… Qing…” Sylvie moaned.

Since their relationship grew to this point, Sylvie loved kissing her.

Wei Qing hadn’t understood it before, thinking swapping saliva was a bit gross.

But after unlocking this with Sylvie, she found it wasn’t as off-putting as she thought.

It even heightened the pleasure of their intimacy.

Maybe because the kissing partner was so sweet and beautiful, truly a heroine, with an inexplicably seductive game-like allure—her appearance, voice, wet eyes, soft pale skin, and wet, lewd, fuckable body.

Whether it was lips touching or tongues entwining, it felt good.

During wet kisses, the air seemed to thin, making her dizzy if they kissed too long, but she didn’t want to stop.

Their breathing heated up in the saliva exchange.

At first, Wei Qing initiated it, driven by the heat of the moment.

But the next night, when she was clear-headed, Sylvie slowly leaned in under dim light, her eyes shimmering as if recalling something.

The pale girl, with her stunningly soft eyes, came closer when Wei Qing didn’t pull away, softly touching her lips.

The contact of lips felt incredibly soft.

Wei Qing blinked, and Sylvie, meeting her gaze, curved her eyes, burrowing deeper into her arms.

Her soft, warm body rubbed against her, and with a gentle, girlish voice, she said, “I like Master.”

Who could resist that?

Wei Qing’s heart raced at that moment.

After that, she let go completely.

They had this task daily anyway, and before, sneaking around felt bitter and tough.

Now, stumbling forward opened a new world in a good way.

But Sylvie seemed to love kissing more than s3x.

Often, during tangled breaths, Wei Qing’s c0ck would harden uncontrollably, pressing against Sylvie’s leg.

The beautiful heroine’s warm, soft body, her fragrant hair and skin, loved staying close, burrowing into her arms, kissing while rubbing against her in a dizzy haze.

Baby, you’re a succubus…

Wei Qing pressed Sylvie’s prone body, her hard, hot c0ck buried in her hips.

Her fingers touched Sylvie’s burning face, turning her slightly, her voice sighing.

“Baby,” Wei Qing said.

Her c0ck thrust deep, using the pillow’s soft bounce for rapid, short thrusts.

The bed creaked and shook, accompanied by the embarrassing sounds of saliva mingling and suppressed moans.

“Qing… Wei Qing…” Sylvie mumbled, her mind foggy.

The thick c0ck thrust rapidly in the tight passage, intestinal fluids and earlier semen stirring into wet squelches.

Sylvie trembled, clutching the pillow’s edge.

The sharp fullness of her first back-hole experience slowly turned into burning pleasure.

The foreign sensation remained strong, but as it opened up, a strange satisfaction grew.

Wei Qing’s hard c0ckhead breached her tight, slightly dry back hole, the shaft lubricated by pvssy fluids, her balls slapping Sylvie’s hips.

This position went too deep, too deep, too deep.

Wei Qing’s slender body overlapped hers, her long legs gripping her, her waist slamming powerfully.

The rear-entry position made Sylvie’s abdomen spasm with each thrust.

“Ah… haah, ha… ugh…” Sylvie moaned.

Her intestines clenched with her pvssy’s climax rhythm, gripping so tightly Wei Qing hummed softly.

Sylvie’s soft waist arched into a crying curve, her hips rising higher unconsciously.

Her lower pvssy contracted restlessly, another wave of fluid surging.

Wei Qing’s scalp tingle.

“Easy…” she said.

She straightened, slipping three fingers into Sylvie’s mouth, mimicking thrusting motions.

Her other hand moved down, three fingers sliding into her pvssy, thrusting.

The climaxing v4g1na gripped her fingers tightly, feeling shockingly soft and wet.

Her palm pressed the swollen cl!toris, intensifying Sylvie’s pleasure.

Sylvie’s voice rose sharply, filled with overwhelmed screams.

Wei Qing’s hips slammed harder, thrusting rapidly.

“Like all three holes fucked by Master?” Wei Qing asked.

“Clenching so tight front and back. Love Master fucking you that much?” she teased.

“Sylvie’s going to break me…” she said.

“Sylvie’s such a lewd kitten,” she added.

“Sylvie was born to be fucked by Master,” she continued.

“Only let Master fvck you, right?”

Wei Qing leaned to her ear, her voice softening, thrusts wet and panting seductively.

“Only Master, give it to me, Wei Qing, Wei Qing…” Sylvie said.

“Only… for Qing… for Wei Qing…” she stammered.

Her wet, sticky voice carried a sob, muffled by the fingers stirring her mouth.

“Good girl,” Wei Qing said, smiling happily.

Her hips slammed fiercely, her abdomen smacking Sylvie’s hips with loud slaps.

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap—!

The triple stimulation overwhelmed, nearly swallowing reason.

Sweat mixed with burning heat.

Sylvie’s screams rose higher than the slaps, her eyes rolling back from the intensity.

Wei Qing played with her tongue, panting, and said, “Where does Master shoot? Front or back?”

“One at a time, okay? Later, use that little mouth to eat my cum, clean Master’s c0ck, alright?” she asked.

Wei Qing’s mind trembled with excitement, her words spilling without thought.

In the dizzying pleasure, she vaguely wondered if she’d swallowed some leftover aphrodisiac in Sylvie’s saliva during their kisses.

Yes, that must be it.

Otherwise, why was her mouth getting so unrestrained?

Her slender hips slammed hard, thrusting a few more times, then plunged deep, shooting with a twitch.