The Anal Fairy

She stood at the bedroom door wearing nothing but red lace and a plug. Malia. The Anal Fairy. Alysa sprawled on the bed, legs spread, desperate for touch. Malia smiled once, then crawled forward without a word. Her tongue found the tight ring first, circling slow, wetting the skin until Alysa moaned. Then she pressed her lips around the hole and sucked, pulling a thin strand of slick from inside. Alysa shivered. Malia swallowed, licked her lips, and pushed the plug deeper with one polished finger. She sucked harder. Fluid slid down Malia’s chin. Alysa arched, gripping the sheets. Malia offered another slow lick, tasting every inch, letting the mess coat her mouth. She paused, breath warm against the wet hole, then dipped back in. Alysa gasped. Malia kept going, steady, patient, drinking every drop Alysa’s body gave her.