Neon Desires – 9/10

The heat of their bodies mixed with the liquid lights that dripped down the walls of Gelato del Peccato. The world outside the ice cream shop no longer existed. Nothing but desire, surrender, and the sensations electrifying every cell, every circuit.

Pleasure grew like a wave, enveloping all three, surpassing boundaries none of them even knew existed.

Zafira arched her body over the counter, hands gripping the edges, while Alix's tongue explored every centimeter of her intimacy. Zafira's blue hair danced, mingling with sweat and the gleam of the lights. The witch's moans became hoarse screams, full of wild pleasure and something more, a joy almost magical, as if she were coming not only with her body but with her very power.

Axel, thrusting into Alix with strength and affection, watched the scene fascinated, hypnotized by the way the two women connected, as if sharing an ancestral secret, something beyond any code or sensory chip. Alix's body vibrated, responding to every one of Axel's movements and every touch from Zafira, her sensors scrambled, her mind overtaken by a whirlwind of stimulation.

Suddenly, Zafira's body began to tremble, her muscles tensed, her face contracted in an expression of absolute ecstasy. She let out a deep cry that reverberated through the room, and at that instant pleasure exploded, violent, overwhelming. A hot, sweet jet burst from inside her, hitting Alix's mouth, who delighted in the unexpected taste, a flavor impossible to describe, a blend of creamy ice cream, exotic fruits, honey, flowers, and something utterly unique, impossible to identify, but absolutely addictive.

Alix swallowed every drop, feeling the pleasure spread through her body, igniting sensors and awakening regions she never knew existed. Zafira's taste was etched into her memory, a flavor she would never forget, mixing desire, tenderness, and the magic of the night itself.

Zafira collapsed backward, breathless, laughing in pleasure, still trembling, while Axel, driven wild by what he saw, increased his rhythm even more. His hands squeezed Alix's waist, guiding her, making her feel everything double, triple. Alix's body was pure sensation, pure shiver, pure hunger for more.

For a moment, Zafira locked eyes with Alix, and a mischievous smile formed on both their lips. It seemed a silent conversation passed between them, as if, by telepathy, they decided it was time to change the game.

Zafira slowly stood up, her legs still trembling, and reached for Axel, who was now breathing hard, his body gleaming with sweat and desire. Without a word, Alix helped Zafira lay Axel out on the counter, his back pressed against the cold glass, eyes full of expectation and curiosity. The pleasure still throbbed in Axel's belly, but he knew he was about to be taken even further.

Zafira, feline in her grace, mounted Axel, riding him with naturalness and power. Her body rose and fell in a perfect rhythm, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, each movement drawing out moans and deep sighs from the young man.

Zafira's skin was warm, scented, her blue hair falling over Axel's chest like an enchanted veil. She rotated her hips in circles, playing with Axel's senses, slowly making him lose control.

Meanwhile, Alix climbed onto the counter, knelt beside Axel's head, and delicately positioned herself above his face, offering her freshly awakened intimacy for him to explore with his mouth. Axel didn't hesitate, his hands slid along Alix's thighs, pulling her closer. His tongue sought out every detail, every sensitive spot, exploring her center with total devotion and hunger.

Alix felt Axel's tongue and nearly lost her balance. It was as if all her systems fired at once, as if her body had been programmed just to feel that. Heat spread from her thighs to her belly, from her belly to her chest, from her back to her head, forming a wave of pleasure that only grew. She moaned, moved, pressed her hands to the counter, eyes closed, feeling the whole world spin around that touch, that taste.

Zafira quickened her rhythm on Axel, every movement more intense, deeper. She rocked her hips, the muscles in her legs trembling with pleasure, her eyes locked on Alix's, as if she wanted to share every sensation, every explosion, every shiver.

Between riding Axel, Zafira would lean forward, licking Alix's breasts, her tongue circling her nipples, leaving trails of cold ice cream and whispered words in her ear.

Axel, between moans, moaned against Alix's body, exploring her with his tongue, nose, chin. The android's taste was unique, fresh, metallic, sweet, impossible to compare to anything else. It was like tasting the night, the city, the secret of desires hidden beneath the neon.

The shop shone blue, pink, and gold. The air smelled of ice cream, sweat, and sin. The three bodies moved as one, in perfect harmony, each giving and receiving pleasure in equal measure. Heavy breathing, whispers, moans, all blending into the magical music playing in the background, carrying the trio into a trance of sensation.

Zafira, feeling her own pleasure growing again, bit her lips, threw her head back, and let out a hoarse scream, pressing herself even harder onto Axel.

Alix, feeling Axel explore every centimeter with his tongue, answered with moans that filled the room, making it clear that, there, that night, there was no longer room for doubt or regret.

Axel's body was a field of pleasure, Zafira's hands traveled along his chest, her nails leaving light trails. The movements became faster, and soon all three were on the edge, teetering at climax, the air full of promises and sensations that seemed endless.

In that moment, Gelato del Peccato became the center of the universe, a universe made of desire, discoveries, flavors, and heat. There was no right or wrong. There was no programming. Only the certainty that, on that night, nothing would ever be the same for any of the three.

And as the lights danced, their bodies entwined, and the music lulled their pleasure, Zafira, Alix, and Axel discovered together the true taste of sin.