Sylvie, the Slave Girl (Lily Futa) - Chapter 40

During a late-night break, Wei Qing’s legs felt weak.

She ignored her erect c0ck, got out of bed naked from the waist down to fetch water for Sylvie.

She was worried that she’d overdone it and might kill her in bed.

The drug’s effect had faded slightly, but not much.

When she returned, Sylvie clung to her like an octopus.

Then Sylvie grabbed her.

Wei Qing covered her face, struggling to catch her breath.

Sylvie’s pale legs hooked around her, her soft palm precisely gripping Wei Qing’s c0ck.

Her eyes half-closed, her wet lashes clumped, her flushed face lazy and erotic after resting.

“Wei Qing…” Sylvie said.

Wei Qing touched her face, her heart stirred.

Thinking of something, she handed her the water and closed her eyes.

She hadn’t checked the panel during this moment.

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Character: Sylvie

Age: 18

Mood: Dependent

Time: Day 60 (?)

Health: 83 (Healthy)

Affection: 90 (Sylvie can’t live without you)

Killing Intent: 0 (You are very safe)

Lewdness Value: 967 (Sensitivity Rating: Good)

Captured Fragment: […]

Affection: 89 (She won’t refuse some excessive requests)

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Affection: 90 (Sylvie can’t live without you)

89… 90… The numbers flickered back and forth.

[ Affection reached, panel preparing for next stage upgrade… ]
[ Upgrade interrupted… ]
[ Sexual craving buff still active… ]

90?

How was the affection…?

Before she could think further, Sylvie took her c0ckhead into her mouth.

The soft tongue licked the slit with leftover semen, the tip contracting excitedly, leaking fluid.

Wei Qing’s waist weakened, her eyes opening instinctively.

Sylvie knelt on the bed, swallowing her c0ck, the roof of her mouth pressing the sensitive head, sucking.

She looked obedient, the contrast shockingly erotic.

Wei Qing panted softly, touching her head.

“Still drinking?” she asked.

Sylvie pulled back slowly, her reaction slightly delayed, staring at the mushroom-shaped c0ckhead for a moment.

She grabbed it, pressing it to her flushed face, the thick shaft covering most of it, and smiled softly.

“Drink,” she said.

“Wei Qing’s so hard, I’ll drink Wei Qing’s semen,” she added.

Wei Qing’s fingers trembled, feeling like she might get a nosebleed.

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Re-entering felt torturously slow, every second of the c0ck stretching Sylvie’s folds vivid.

Sylvie’s wet thighs, mixed with leaking white fluid, wrapped around her.

The soft, wriggling pvssy sucked her c0ck, the head grinding through layers of flesh with sticky wet sounds.

The well-fucked passage enveloped her, tightening again.

Sylvie tilted her neck, her soft br3asts rising with her breaths.

“…Haah…” she moaned.

Filled again, her body stretched by the hot, hard c0ck, fitting perfectly to the hilt.

The veined shaft pulsed in her passage, the thick base still outside, making her sigh with satisfaction.

Wei Qing gripped her waist, panting.

“Lift your hips a bit,” she said.

Sylvie raised her hips reluctantly, sitting on Wei Qing’s waist, twisting with the c0ck inside.

As she sank down, she felt the semen deep inside being squeezed out, the c0ckhead grazing her inner walls, hot and full.

The fullness made her eyes tear up again.

The suspended position allowed easy movement.

The flushed girl lifted her hips, hands braced down, her silver hair falling, tips brushing Wei Qing’s face.

Sylvie’s wet, red eyes glistened, her elbows by Wei Qing’s face as she leaned down to kiss her.

Wei Qing tasted herself in Sylvie’s mouth.

Their joined lower bodies showed Sylvie’s swollen pvssy holding a rigid, reddish-purple c0ck.

Wei Qing tensed her waist, thrusting upward, starting slowly, then speeding up.

Her hips slapped Sylvie’s flesh with erotic sounds.

The hot, wet pvssy clenched like a living thing, the cervix brushing the c0ckhead flatteringly at the deepest point.

“Hmm… mm… I like it, all the way in…” Sylvie moaned.

Her trembling voice mixed with wet squelching sounds.

Her pink n1pples rubbed Wei Qing’s collarbone, her hair sticking to her flushed face.

Wei Qing bit her chin.

“Like me or the c0ck?” Wei Qing asked.

“Like…” Sylvie opened her mouth, her eyes misty and flushed.

“Like Wei Qing, like Wei Qing’s c0ck,” she said.

Wei Qing found it oddly funny, her breathing quickening.

Her c0ck thrust upward smoothly, finding a rhythm that pleased them both, slapping loudly.

“Ugh… mm, hmm,” Sylvie moaned.

The c0ck’s thrusts blurred, the reddish-purple shaft stretching the wet pvssy, pulling out some red flesh.

Honey mixed with white fluid spilled, coating the c0ck’s base, dripping wet onto Wei Qing’s abdomen.

“Wei Qing,” Sylvie said, her voice trembling, lips by Wei Qing’s ear.

“I like… I like Wei Qing the most,” she said.

Wei Qing lifted her face with slender fingers, kissing her lips as a reward.

Sylvie’s words soon broke into sweet whimpers.

“Wei Qing… hah… mm, easy… easy…” she pleaded.

Sylvie’s bare upper body collapsed onto Wei Qing, soft and warm, their br3asts rubbing through fabric.

Sylvie’s hips arched erotically, the rapid thrusts mixed with occasional slow, heavy ones, wet sounds blending with flesh slapping.

Sylvie suddenly arched, trembling, her climax hitting hard and fast.

Wei Qing’s scalp tingled as Sylvie’s passage clamped down.

Wei Qing closed her eyes, enduring, her abdomen tensing to hold back ejaculation.

Pulling out, a flood of clear fluid soaked the bedsheet, leaving dark stains.

Wei Qing gripped her c0ck, pulling Sylvie’s hips down.

Before Sylvie’s dazed eyes could focus, the c0ckhead rubbed her cl!toris, making her tremble harder.

“Why’re your hips rising higher? The c0ck slipped out,” Wei Qing said, slapping her hips, lifting her legs to hook behind Sylvie’s knees.

“Slipped… out,” Sylvie repeated, gasping heavily, her mouth open.

Her pale thighs twitched instinctively.

Wei Qing pressed her hips, grinding against her crotch to heighten her pleasure, the cockshaft pressed between her waist and pvssy, rubbing the entrance.

After grinding, Wei Qing parted the wet lips, thrusting in with a wet squelch.

The wriggling pvssy during climax intensified her urge to cum, the rigid c0ck radiating heat.

“Sylvie sucks so well, her pvssy’s biting the c0ck,” Wei Qing said.

Her voice hoarse, Wei Qing adjusted, flipping Sylvie over.

The c0ck scraped inside, sparking new tremors.

“…Bite Wei Qing, let Wei Qing fvck,” Sylvie said.

Sylvie hugged her legs, her thighs swaying from the thrusts, cooperating fully.

Her misty blue eyes, with fading pink, widened, wet and hazy.

“Let Wei Qing fvck,” she repeated.

Wei Qing felt like a screw snapped in her brain, dizzy.

She gripped Sylvie’s slender hips, thrusting, her balls slapping the flushed hips with loud, erotic smacks.

Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap—!