Chapter 475: In the Hotel with Sydney and Cindy [3] [R-18 Contents!]

Something dark and hungry flashed in Sydney’s eyes. Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them, and then a wide, wicked smile spread across her face. "Everything, huh?" she purred, her voice dropping to that dangerous, seductive register that made my stomach flip. "You asked for it."

She leaned down and kissed me, hard and messy, tasting herself on my lips with a filthy, satisfied "Mmmmmm." Then she pulled back, sliding off my chest with a fluid grace that made her breasts sway in their lace prison. She moved down the bed, turning toward Cindy, who was still kneeling between my legs, her face flushed, her lips swollen and shiny with spit, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.

Cindy had pulled back to breathe, one hand wiping a thick strand of saliva from her chin, her eyes watery and dazed. She looked up as Sydney approached, and for a moment, there was something in her gaze, something almost stern, almost petulant. She had been the one working to get me back hard, her mouth warm and eager, and now Sydney was swooping in to take the reward. Cindy opened her mouth, then closed it, her cheeks burning, too shy to voice the complaint that was clearly written all over her face.

Sydney noticed. She crawled up beside me, her hand wrapping around my cock with a possessive, familiar grip that made me groan and arch my hips. She stroked me slowly, her eyes on Cindy’s, a mischievous smirk playing at her lips.

"What’s wrong, Cindy?" Sydney teased, her thumb circling my crown. "You thought you’d get to go first?"

Cindy’s blush deepened, spreading down her neck and onto her chest. She looked away, her lower lip caught between her teeth.

Sydney giggled. "Don’t pout. You need to ready yourself first." She gave me a slow, teasing stroke, her eyes flicking down to Cindy’s white-clad hips. "You have to be wet enough. Wet enough to take him." She paused, her smile turning sly. "And you know exactly what you need to do to get there. Just like I did."

Cindy’s eyes snapped back to Sydney, wide and startled. Then, slowly, her gaze drifted to me. I looked back at her, my expression full of naked, unapologetic lust, my chest still heaving, my cock throbbing in Sydney’s tight grip.

Cindy blushed so deeply I thought she might faint. She looked down at her hands, twisting in the hem of her bra, then back at me, her eyes dark and glossy with a mixture of shame and desperate, burning excitement. "I... I don’t know if I can..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "It’s so... embarrassing. And what about you? Your cock is already... taken. And my weight on your mouth... will you be okay?"

"Climb on," I said. "I want to taste you as well, don’t worry."

The words seemed to unlock something in her. She made a small, whimpering sound in the back of her throat, her hands flying to the waistband of her white panties. She pushed them down in one hurried, clumsy motion, kicking them off and leaving herself completely bare. Her pussy was pretty and pink, glistening already with arousal, a sparse tuft of hair above her slit.

Without another word, she moved hesitantly toward me on the bed, her knees trembling, her face burning with embarrassment. She swung one leg over my head, positioning herself above my face, her thighs bracketing my cheeks. She was shaking, her hands hovering in the air like she didn’t know where to put them.

"I... I can’t believe I’m doing this," she whispered, her voice breaking. "In the middle of the day... with Sydney watching..."

But Sydney wasn’t watching anymore. Sydney had turned her attention back to my cock, positioning herself above it, her knees on either side of my hips. She lined my tip up with her entrance, the head nudging against her slick, swollen folds, and she let out a long, shuddering breath.

"Oh, fuck yes," Sydney moaned, her head falling back, her hands bracing on my abdomen. "Look at him, Cindy. Look how big he is. Look how badly he wants this."

And then she lowered herself.

"Nnnnngh—!"

The sound that tore from Sydney’s throat was loud, her eyes squeezing shut as she sank down onto my cock. Her pussy was impossibly tight, scorching hot, and I felt every inch of her stretching, accommodating my girth as she took me inside. It was slow, torturous, her walls clenching around me like a wet, silken fist.

"Oh—oh god—yes—yes—" she cried out, her nails digging into my abdomen hard enough to leave crescent marks. "So big—nnngh—Ryan—"

I groaned, long and deep, my hips bucking upward to meet her, my hands flying from Cindy’s trembling thighs to Sydney’s breasts, still covered in that dark blue lace. I massaged them roughly through the fabric, feeling the weight of them, the hard peaks of her nipples pressing against my palms. Sydney moaned and rubbed herself against me, grinding her clit against my pelvis as she adjusted to my size, her inner walls fluttering around my shaft.

Then, with a deft motion, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. The lace fell away, and her breasts spilled free, her pink nipples erect and begging for attention. I didn’t hesitate. My hands covered them, kneading the soft flesh, my thumbs brushing over her sensitive peaks, making her cry out and arch her back.

"Ah! Nnngh—Ryan—" Sydney moaned, her hips beginning to move in slow, rolling circles, fucking herself on my cock with clumsy but amazing strokes. She looked down at me with a lust-drunk smile, her hair a wild halo around her face, and then her gaze shifted to Cindy, still hovering above my mouth, trembling and exposed.

"What are you waiting for, Cindy?" Sydney panted, her voice breathy and broken as she rose and fell on my length, the wet shluck of her arousal filling the room. "He’s waiting. And I can tell you from experience... his tongue is magic."

Cindy whimpered, her thighs trembling on either side of my head. She looked down at me, her eyes wide and dark, her lower lip quivering. And then, with a shaky breath, she lowered herself.

The first touch of her pussy against my lips was electric, soft, hot, and soaked with her arousal. She was drenched, trembling, and the moment my tongue darted out to taste her, she let out a sharp, broken cry.

"H-haaan—! Oh—oh my god..."

Her hands finally found purchase, gripping the headboard above me, and she sank down further, smothering me in her sweetness, her hips rolling against my mouth as I lapped at her with hungry, desperate strokes.

Above me, Sydney began to move faster, her breasts bouncing in my hands, her moans rising in pitch and volume as she rode my cock with abandon.

"Yes....yes, fuck...yes—" Sydney moaned, her fingers digging into my chest, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "This is perfect...nnngh...so perfect—"

And trapped between them, drowning in the taste of Cindy and the heat of Sydney, all I could do was groan and hold on, my tongue working furiously, my hands kneading and grasping, lost in the overwhelming, obliterating pleasure of having them both.

I groaned into Cindy’s folds, the vibration making her shudder and whimper above me. She was moving awkwardly, hesitantly, her hips rolling in uncertain, stuttering circles against my mouth like she didn’t know whether to press down or pull away. Her moans were soft, breathy, almost embarrassed, letting out tiny "Mmm—ah—" sounds that she tried to stifle behind her hand.

I let go of Sydney’s heavy breasts, earning a disappointed "Nnngh" from above, and reached up to grip Cindy’s hips again. My fingers dug into her soft flesh, holding her steady, anchoring her to my face. And then I attacked her pussy with renewed hunger.

My tongue dragged in long, broad strokes from her entrance to her clit, lapping at her arousal like a man starved. I sucked her swollen folds between my lips, nibbling gently, then flicked my tongue rapidly against her sensitive bud in a relentless, merciless rhythm. The wet, obscene sounds of my mouth on her filled the room—shluck-shluck-shluck—mingling with the desperate, broken noises tearing from her throat.

Haaa—haah, yes—oh my god....Ryan!" Cindy’s moans grew louder, losing their hesitation. She leaned forward, her forehead pressing against the headboard, her knuckles white where they gripped the wood. She bit her lower lip hard, trying to muffle herself, but the cries escaped anyway—high, breathy, "Nnngh—haaan—" sounds that spurred me on.

Below, I groaned into her pussy, the vibration making her shriek, while Sydney continued to ride my cock with rolls of her hips. The wet shluck of Sydney’s arousal as she fucked herself on my length was constant, hypnotic, and every time she sank down to the root, I felt her inner walls clench around me, hot and silken and impossibly tight.

"Oh, fuck—" Sydney moaned, her head falling back, her breasts bouncing with each downward grind. She smirked through her pleasure, her eyes heavy-lidded and dark as she watched Cindy’s back arching above me. "Look at her, Ryan. She’s falling apart. And it’s all because of your tongue."

Sydney’s hands, which had been braced on my abdomen for balance, slowly lifted. She reached up toward Cindy’s back, her fingers nimble found the clasp of Cindy’s white bra.

Click.

Cindy’s tear-filled eyes snapped open in surprise as the fabric went loose around her ribs. "S-Sydney—what—"

Sydney peeled the bra away, tossing it aside, and Cindy’s breasts spilled free, smaller than Sydney’s, but perfect, pale and soft with delicate pink nipples that were already hard and straining. They bounced slightly as Cindy gasped, her face burning with shock and embarrassment, her arms flying to cover herself before hesitating mid-air as if she wasn’t doing worse right now.

I looked up at them and felt my cock twitching into it. I wanted to grab on them but Sydney beat me to it.

From her position straddling my hips, Sydney reached around Cindy’s sides and grasped both of Cindy’s breasts from behind. Her fingers sank into the soft flesh, kneading possessively, and Cindy’s shocked cry echoed through the room.

"S-Sydney—! Ah—what are you—nnngh—!" Cindy’s voice was high and broken, her back arching as Sydney’s thumbs brushed over her sensitive peaks, circling them, teasing them to even harder points. "I can’t—this is too—oh god...embarrassing!"

"Shhh," Sydney purred against Cindy’s shoulder, her own hips never stopping their relentless rhythm on my cock. She rolled Cindy’s nipples between her fingers, pulling them gently, then harder, tugging with a teasing, rhythmic pressure that made Cindy’s entire body jerk. "Don’t be so hesitant and let him hear you."

I groaned, the sight of Sydney playing with Cindy’s breasts while she rode me sending a fresh surge of blood to my already throbbing cock. I doubled my efforts on Cindy’s pussy, sealing my lips around her clit and sucked hard.

"Nnnnnngh—! Oh—oh fuck—!"

Cindy’s orgasm hit her like a freight train. One moment she was trembling and moaning, the next her entire body seized, her thighs clamping around my head like a vice, her back bowing as a sharp, keening wail tore from her throat. "Ryan—Ryan—I’m—I’m coming—NNNNGH—!"

She flooded my mouth, hot and sweet and musky, her release coating my tongue and chin in thick, pulsing waves. I drank her greedily, lapping and sucking and swallowing every drop, my hands gripping her hips so hard I knew I’d leave bruises. I didn’t let up, my tongue flicking rapidly against her oversensitive clit, milking her orgasm until she was sobbing above me, her hands white-knuckled on the headboard.

But I wasn’t done. Even as Cindy came undone on my tongue, I began to move my hips, thrusting upward into Sydney with deep, powerful strokes that made her gasp and lose her grip on Cindy’s breasts.

"Oh fuck—Ryan—!" Sydney cried out, her hands falling to my chest for balance, her nails raking across my skin. "Oh god—right there—nnngh—"

I hit something deep inside her, a dangerous, sweet spot that made her entire body convulse. Her back arched, her head thrown back, her heavy breasts bouncing with each upward thrust I delivered. The sound of our bodies meeting was filthy and wet—slap-slap-slap—filling the room alongside our ragged breathing.

"Deeper," Sydney whispered a moan. Her eyes were wild, her black hair sticking to her sweat-slicked face. "Give it to me deeper, Ryan. Don’t hold back. Fuck me."

I obeyed. Gripping Cindy’s hips with one hand, I reached up with the other and grasped one of Cindy’s breasts, my thumb brushing over her sensitive nipple as I continued to lick her, stroke her, tease her. My hips pistoned upward, driving my cock into Sydney with brutal force, each thrust bottoming out against her cervix.

"Nnngh! Oh god—oh fuck!" Sydney’s moans turned into sharp cries, her inner walls fluttering around my length, her body tensing like a drawn bow.

Cindy gasped above me, overwhelmed, her sensitive pussy being attacked again by my tongue. She started rubbing herself against my mouth with abandon, her earlier hesitation completely shattered, grinding her clit against my lips and tongue with desperate, circular motions.

"It feels—nnngh—it feels so good—" She sobbed, looking down at me with tear-filled, glassy eyes, her face flushed a deep, gorgeous crimson. She found my hand on her breast and covered it with her own, squeezing my fingers, urging me to grip her harder. Her blue eyes, usually calm and reserved, were dark with lust as she stared down at me, her lower lip trembling. "Ryan—more..."

The room echoed with their moans, Sydney’s deep cries and Cindy’s high, breathy whimpers intertwining in a song of pleasure that pushed me to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building at the base of my spine, a hot, heavy pressure that demanded release.

I pulled Cindy’s nipple, rolling it between my fingers, pinching just hard enough to make her scream. At the same time, I sealed my lips around her clit and sucked, my tongue flicking rapidly against the sensitive bud.

"Nnnnnngh....! Ryan!" Cindy wailed, her second orgasm crashing through her with even more force than the first, her thighs shaking violently around my head.

And Sydney was right there with her. I thrust upward one final time, driving my cock as deep as humanly possible, the head slamming against her cervix with a force that made her eyes go wide, her mouth falling open in a silent scream of shock.

"Oh—OH GOD—NNNNGH!"

Sydney’s orgasm came. Her inner walls clamped down on my cock like a vice, milking me, spasming around my length in rhythmic, pulsing waves. Her back arched so hard I thought she might break, her breasts heaving, her nails drawing blood on my chest.

And I couldn’t hold back anymore.

With a loud muffled groan I came hard. My cock pulsed violently inside Sydney’s clenching pussy, erupting in thick, hot ropes of release that flooded her deepest reaches. I felt every spurt, every jet hitting her womb, filling her until my seed was leaking out around my shaft, dripping down onto the sheets below.

"Fuck—fuck—yes—" Sydney sobbed, her hips jerking erratically as she took every drop, her body shuddering through the aftershocks. "Oh god, Ryan...so deep—I can feel you—nnngh—I can feel you hitting my womb...haaah~~"

Cindy collapsed forward, her forehead resting against the headboard, her body trembling and weak. I gentled my tongue on her, lapping softly at her oversensitive folds, tasting the last tremors of her orgasm as she whimpered and twitched above me.

For a long moment, none of us moved. The only sounds were our ragged, heaving breaths, the wet sounds of our connection, and the thundering of my heart in my ears. Sydney remained impaled on my cock, her body limp and sated, her head lolling forward as she fought to catch her breath. Cindy’s thighs were still bracketing my face, her hand still clutching mine against her breast, her chest heaving with every shaky inhale.

I was drenched in them, in their taste, their scent, their pleasure. My face was sticky with Cindy’s release, my cock was buried to the hilt in Sydney’s flooded pussy, and my entire body felt like it had been turned inside out and put back together again.

"Holy... shit," Sydney finally breathed, her voice wrecked, a delirious, satisfied laugh bubbling up from her chest. She looked at me through the mirror, her eyes glazed and dreamy, and rolled her hips slowly, making us both groan at the oversensitivity. "That was... that was intense."

Cindy made a soft, whimpering sound of agreement, finally finding the strength to lift herself off my face. She collapsed onto the bed beside me, her face still flushed, her eyes half-closed, a small, blissed-out smile playing at her lips. "I...it was..."