Sweethearts, Spicy Memories update (Patreon)

Ada Wong gasped for air; held it in her heaving chest in anticipation of what Claire would do next.

Claire sucked, lips pulling at the little pucker of Ada’s anus, and Ada cried out what little air could make it into her gasping lungs. Then she felt Claire’s slippery tongue wiggle into the seething heat of her asshole, soft flames licking into the once-reluctant muscle, showing Ada she’d lost almost all her resistance to being sodomized.

The ecstasy consumed her mind and floodgates inside her burst open, letting out liquid bliss as she orgasmed, her sopping wet sex clenching and gushing down her thighs.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Ada cried, all she could say with each jolt of pleasure that went through her. The muscles of her ass were squeezing and releasing Claire’s tongue and each spasm sent a stab of feeling right to Ada’s cunt. The brunette’s tongue snaked deeper and deeper, up into her sucking hole, until so much of it was in her that Ada didn’t think her mind could take how many nerve endings were being burned out with sensation.

With a crisp suddenness, Claire snapped her tongue out of Ada’s sphincter, leaving it throbbing with an agonized emptiness, and then Leon S. Kennedy was there. He drove his thick prick right into Ada’s wanting cunt, reminding her of the need in it even as he fulfilled its urges. His belly slammed against Ada’s ass, the slap of bodies meeting sending a poignant charge through Ada’s sensitized anus, and Ada came again, this time in her pussy.

Ada felt a weak smile of appreciation overcome her features. She could not even begin to pull together a poker face when she’d been satisfied in both her ass and pussy.

“Hey. Leon,” Claire said, her gentle voice not even penetrating Ada’s hazy mind.

Leon turned to her, holding himself inside Ada’s body. Claire was seated on the floor. Her legs slid open and he saw her pink-wet sex. Half-hidden behind her pubic thatch, its bright wetness seemed to wink at him, its length all vivid with slickness and dripping even more cream as Claire traced a finger over her clit, purring to herself.

Unlike his memory of Ada’s tight, untouched lips, Claire’s womanhood was loose and engorged, puckered as if waiting for a kiss.

“You have the most beautiful cunt,” Leon breathed, staring hotly while his hips instinctively worked, thrusting between Ada’s legs, giving her such ecstasy she didn’t care that his attention was split between her and this new playmate. “Can I have a closer look?”

Claire nodded and scooted closer, unable to believe how they were arranged. Ada on her back, Leon on top of her, and now her at the end of their conjoined bodies, ready to have them kiss her cunt instead of each other.

Leon, at least, and he was who she cared about, even if it would be nice to have Ada too—now that she’d gotten a taste of the two of them, she only wanted more. It was overwhelming, but she didn’t feel overwhelmed. Claire felt addicted, like she couldn’t get enough.

Thankfully, Ada was a short woman—Leon’s tall body stretched over her head and made it easy for Claire to seat herself before his face and pull her cuntlips apart, exposing the wet depths her passage had to offer—the kind of wet folds he was currently exploring in Ada.

Her arousal dripped from her. Leon wanted to taste it, to memorize the feel of it on his tongue as he’d done with Ada. But the pounding throb of his erection demanded even more. As he stared at her gorgeous cunt, he knew returning to Ada wouldn’t be enough. He had to get his prick into Claire.

With that thought whipping his pulse into overdrive, Leon managed to keep his hunger down to simply kissing Claire’s inner thighs, tempting her while his cock rolling and rutting into Ada kept the Asian woman content. “Your pussy looks so wet… so soft… so warm… it almost makes my cock hurt. Does a woman hurt like that too?”

He reached out with his tongue and caressed the pink marble of her clitoris, rolling and flicking it as Claire had shown him.

Claire arched in gasping response. “Yes! Oh God yes—it hurts so nice! If you keep doing that, MMMM, if you go a little faster—that’s it—keep that up—the hurt will go away soon, for both of us…”

“Yeah,” Leon smiled, torturing her clit with faster swipes of his tongue, losing any last vestiges of fear as Claire’s legs seemed to slip as wide apart as her anatomy would allow, hips twitching up off the ground in little bouncing quivers. “Maybe it’ll make the hurt go away faster if I…”