Count’s Syrup - Chapter 5
Sophia didn’t want to take her eyes off it because it would make her feel like she was serving him, but a rare and unexpected scene unfolded.
“I heard that in the neighborhood where I used to live, a male dog is mounting like that. “
Hearing those words, Sophia naturally smiled as she imagined the Count who must have had a miserable expression. Seeing the scenery alone, she barely resisted the urge to invite her fellow maids to take a look. Pausing to watch, she pressed his body as it was moving.
“I can’t feel good alone. It’s to relieve my stress.”
Even though the body was held down and pressed, the difference in physique and strength was considerable, so the body that was not properly restrained was still shaking its waist. The count’s brow is torn by unresolved desire.
It was ruthlessly crumpled, and the veins clearly stood out on the neck. Sophia licked her lips as a trickle of sweat trickled down between the protruding veins and disappeared between the firm breast bones. My body was moved by the extremely sensational appearance. She hurriedly threw off her underwear and climbed on top of him. Moving her body, she pressed her cunt against the shaft of his penis, feeling the soft feel of his dark red penis as she slid down.
The bottom, which had been wet from the moment of caressing, spilled its love juice on the count’s body. The count, who was dripping with excitement, drew pleasure by sticking the dark red mucous membrane to the pubic area.
“Ha, ah, whoa… ah, ah…”
Sophia didn’t have to keep quiet, as most of the rough Count’s bedrooms were reluctant to come near, and the servants’ rooms were far away. She let out a groan of her own accord and concentrated on rubbing her genitals against each other.
I don’t know what the sleeping count is doing but he consciously shook his waist and accepted the act of similarity with her. Before long, the reddish- black flesh twitched greatly and began pouring out a pure white liquid. White semen splattered on Sofia’s body, who couldn’t get out right away because she was sitting on it. The amount of semen, which was larger than expected, stained her clean, white skin and became soggy.
“What if the Count is impatient and packs anywhere?”
Sophia, who unintentionally received the Count’s semen, scolded him with a complaint. In the meantime, Sofia was worried that she would have to rebuild it. Fortunately, the count’s genitals were still erect even though one leg had been removed, and Sophia was delighted and mounted her body back. The more the work progressed, the more Sophia liked the count’s body. I liked the feeling of the muscular abdomen where I put my hand, and his monstrously large penis that sliced through the tender flesh of her clitoris occasionally.
When you press it, the piercing sensation that radiates from the center makes your spine tingled.
“Ha, ha… you sleep well… the Count… don’t know what… you’re doing…”
Watching him asleep without knowing anything and moving her waist, a creepy feeling wrapped around her body. She approached him and kissed him on the lips. When their soft lips met, his slightly parted lips clung to her as if responding. Sharing a breath and tidying up his slightly disheveled hair, she carefully touched his face. He brushed the bridge of his nose and stroked his right cheek. It was red as if it had been heated up by what Sophia had done. As she looked into his face, she reached her climax. Intoxicated with ecstasy as if her body was floating, Sophia rubbed her body while enjoying the afterglow of the climax for a long time before collapsing on top of the Count’s body.
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