Sweethearts, Spicy Memories update

Ada gyrated whorishly, twisting and grinding her hips into everything Leon fed her. Her breasts swelled, her nipples stiffening until their hardness seemed to stab into Ada’s own curvaceous flesh. Their sensitivity sent electric thrills through Ada’s body, rubbing sensually into Leon’s muscular chest. The constant influx of voluptuous feeling made Ada feel like she was on fire.

“Ram it into me, Leon! Let me have all of it! Don’t you dare let me think you’ve held anything back!”

Leon barely heard her; he was too busy licking Claire’s pussy. Devouring it, tasting it, like it had never been had before. He sucked on the swollen lips, making them flare with tiny orgasms of sensation before finally coming to Claire’s clit. He sucked it into his mouth and closed his lips around it, sucking gently.

Yet as soft as the feelings he inspired started out, Claire couldn’t help but thrust herself up and down, riding her sex into his face. Leon kept up an able rhythm on the little bud, his tongue flicking it and his mouth pulling at it with practiced softness.

“Ohhh, lover! What are you doing to me?” Claire squealed. “God! Keep sucking me! You can fuck me all night long, do whatever you want to me, just keep going…! Christ!!”

She held him locked inside her toned thighs, her hands pressuring the back of his head to make sure he stayed in place. Her own head jumped from side to side, twisting and turning as she tried to work through the ecstasy he made her suffer through. As torturous as it was to feel such overwhelming pleasure, a passion for more trembled through her body.

Claire looked down at her lover, even more aroused by the sight of his handsome face up against her cunt, her soft pubic thatch hiding from her the obscenity of what he was doing. At least, it felt obscene.

Claire felt absolutely sinful, meeting Leon’s gaze as he stared up between her heaving breasts and looked into the eyes of the woman he was lapping and tonguing. His hands went under her ass, cupping the firmly muscled buttocks to enjoy their twitching hardness as she jolted and bucked into his hungering mouth.

“UNHHHH! Leon! Oh my GOD, LEON!”

Leon plunged his tongue deep into her slit, making Claire strain for it, claw and snarl for more. Her hands grabbed her breasts, squeezing their swollen heft, pregnant nipples popping between her fingers—they’d grown too big for her grip to hold down.

Leon ran his tongue along the full length of her womanhood, getting a low howl out of Claire. It didn’t end; Leon dragged his tongue from her perineum to her clit in a long, satisfying stroke. Claire’s little shriek lifted and dipped as he licked her. She seemed to be having one long, feeble orgasm. And the more he licked her, the less feeble it got.

Claire’s blue eyes crossed, their pupils quaking in liquid arousal. She felt Leon’s kisses all over her groin, his tongue everywhere there was space inside her. All she could do was work her body along with the frenzy he made her feel: churning her ass, thrashing her lips, letting out the passionate ecstasy consuming her body and ramming her pussy into the mouth of the man who made her soar. Maybe it was just her amnesia, but Claire didn’t think her flesh had ever burned the way it did for this man.

“Unnnngggh! Oh shit, Claire, yes, shake that little ass! Don’t you just love it, love what he’s doing to you? To both of us? Shit, SHIT, it’s so good to be FUCKED!”

Ada couldn’t help herself; she had to say something. Leon ignored her, though. He’d shifted his focus on Claire, holding himself up over Ada’s body to look down on the meeting of their sex organs, seeming to memorize the way his prick drove into her suctioning womanhood. But there was nothing analytical or calm about the way he looked at the fuck he was giving one of his two lovers. His eyes blazed with an intensity that only Leon would have, but that Ada had never seen on him before. Pure carnal lust; Ada was sure the same animalistic look was on her own face.

Then Leon looked up, his own stare smashing into Ada’s. He licked his lips as he fucked her and Ada couldn’t look away from the sensual eye contact. It seemed astonishing to her that she was looking into the eyes of the man who was fucking her so deeply. She was being mated like a machine in overdrive would do, or like a beast in heat—at this level of passion, it made little different. Yet when she looked in Leon’s eyes, she could see only wanton desire. He didn’t want to dominate her; he wasn’t trying to overwhelm her. He only wanted to satisfy her.