Count’s Syrup - Chapter 13
Chapter 13
“Kuhh, Sop, Sophia. What the hell are you…”
The warm, opaque liquid was blocked by Sophia’s palm and flowed down the pillar. It was already the second case. The count’s pants and underwear were pulled down all at once, revealing the lower half of his body. Due to the circumstances of the two occasions, white liquid splashed all over the lower body and stuck here and there. And the genitals stimulated by Sophia’s hand remained firm even though it had just poured out.
As Sophia held it back in excitement, the Count let out a gasp. The count’s thighs, which held his genitals, trembled.
“Ugh, kuhh, that, stop it.”
Sophia licked her lips at his restraining voice with a furrowed brow. Again, with her free hand, she forcibly elicited his ejaculation. After the third ejaculation was over, the Count’s breathing, which had become noticeably rougher, reached her ears. As the sex act continued, the count’s words decreased. The Count, with half- closed eyes, was now just looking up at her in silence. Seeing him become quiet, Sophia withdrew her hand and threw off the underwear she was wearing. The Count just stared at her actions. Sophia climbed on top of him and pressed the tip of his glans to her vagina dripping with love.
I slowly lowered my back asI could. “Ah, heh… ah…”
She let out a pleasant moan as the large penis tightly filled her inside. Having been teasing and enduring him all this time, she shook her hips impatiently.
“Sss, soo, pia…”
Feeling dizzy as her soft mucous membranes clung to him and stimulated him from all sides, he called Sophia’s name in a low voice. Her flowing chestnut hair swayed along with her white chest, and her green eyes stained with lust stared at him alone. A sweet moaning sound resounded in his ears, and the core that stabbed her was hot and ecstatic as if it would burst at any moment. It was like her in his recent dreams. No, it wasn’t a dream, it was all real. All those many nights.
“Sophia, Sophia…”
The Count opened his mouth and called out Sophia’s name over and over again. It was a strange feeling to Sophia, because she felt as sweet as when she was in a relationship with a loved one. With his climax, semen poured into her body, and Sophia, who had insulted the count for a long time, robbed her seat and stood up.
The Count stared blankly at the semen dripping from Sophia’s legs. She roughly wiped it off and put on her own clothes.
“I won’t see you soon, but I said before that you would take care of my dowry when I got married.”
Even in the midst of that, Sophia was a person who knew how to take care of herself. While looking to see if there was anything worthwhile in the room, she happened to see a mysterious light that the Count often wore on the bedside table.
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