Sweethearts, Spicy Memories 4 (Patreon)

It took a long time for Leon to finish unloading his balls into Ada’s tight asshole. He kept up sodomizing her until he’d let out the last spurts of his hot cum into her bowels. His hips pressed firmly up against Ada’s pert ass, Leon grinding his crotch against her buttocks as hard as he could to extract the last little bit of pleasure he could get from ass-fucking her.

A few more ropes of cum and then he slowed, pitching his faltering erection in and out more slowly than before. Finally, he slumped onto Ada’s back and lay motionless, his cock lodged firmly in her freshly loosened anus.

Claire walked right in on them, newly fucked out. “Oh my God!” she cried, her arms dropping limply to her sides as her eyes haplessly traced over both their naked bodies.

Leon realized her presence and was all business, carefully extracting himself from Ada’s asshole. “Who are you?”

“Wait, I think I know,” Ada said, reaching over to her wallet—discarded with the rest of their possessions nearby. She picked it up, rifled through its contents, and finally came up with a snapshot of Claire naked, glamorously displaying herself to the camera. “Is this you?”

Claire’s eyes widened even more than they already were. “Where did you get that?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Ada smirked. “Chris and I are lovers and you, whoever you are—“

“Claire,” she interrupted. “Claire Redfield.”

Ada smiled ingratiatingly at her. “Pleased to meet you, Claire. You’re our unicorn. The sweet girl we fuck on holidays and birthdays.”

Leon’s eyes traced up and down Claire’s lithe form. “I know I’d like that present on my big day,” he said agreeably.

Ada got up, still naked except for what cum Leon had bestowed on her that she hadn’t licked off, and she went to the thermostat on the wall. The room was really starting to feel cold now, but she didn’t intend to get dressed anytime soon.

Claire wondered what in the hell Ada was smoking. She knew Umbrella was experimenting with memory modification in this facility, but even if they were total amnesiacs, what would make them think she was the type to just join in on their sexual Olympics? Sure, she’d taken a pretty good look, maybe even an unprofessional look, at the two of them naked, but anyone would’ve stared.

Ada bent to the thermostat, her ass facing Claire, and Claire’s eyes devoured the smooth bronze globes of her buttocks. Delving in to see the winking little asshole within the deep crevice that Leon had so expanded—she found her mouth filling with saliva as she thought of tasting it, Leon’s cum coupled with the taboo flavor of Ada’s ass itself.

The beautiful Asian moved about absolutely naturally despite her nakedness. It amazed Claire; she wasn’t the least bit self-conscious about her body or about Claire seeing her naked. Was she that confident about her nudity at all times or just with someone she thought was a lover? Claire would hate to spoil such a calm, self-assured comfort with a mad scramble for clothes and recrimination about being seen naked.

God, in all her years of fighting Umbrella, the job had taken such precedence over a social life. She’d almost forgotten the grace and beauty a girl like Ada possessed, not to mention Leon’s slender, athletic body, his massive cock, his charming grin. If they’d actually asked her to hop into bed with them, she didn’t know if she’d say no. Meaningless sex, so long as it was with them, suddenly seemed like it would hold a great deal of meaning.

Maybe… just so long as it allayed their suspicious natures and made them trust her long enough to get the three of them out of here, she could hold off on correcting their misconceptions. Certainly Ada, the spy of the ever-shifting loyalties and motivations, couldn’t complain about that minor a deception. And Leon… she’d make sure he wouldn’t complain when she made his cock feel the best it ever had.

Ada suddenly felt Claire’s fingers comb through the damp hairs of her pubic thatch. She looked down just as Claire touched her lips to the firmly rounded flesh of her ass. Ada watched in fascination as Claire coated her ass in wet kisses, then she reached back to spread her buttocks and give Claire better access to the deeper reaches of her ass.

Claire’s hunger for her body sent a new chill through Ada’s spine: much like the one she’d felt for Leon, but new, fresh enough to arouse her all over again. She could just turn her head enough to watch the sights corresponding to the tingling sensations. Ada loved to watched the pained expression on Claire’s face as the woman tried to satisfy her appetite for the smooth fullness of her ass.