Anal Taste Test

Abella and Emily tangle on the sheets, mouths hot, hands everywhere. Emily slips down, bites Abella’s clit, fucks her with two fingers. Right on the edge Abella begs for the extra one, the one in her ass. Emily freezes, tells her that’s weird. Abella laughs, slick and honest: her cunt is already dripping around Emily’s knuckles, proof enough. Emily still gets scared, bolts for her shift. Abella stays behind, frustrated, wet, furious she didn’t get to come. She sucks a thick dildo until it glistens, works it past her tight ring while her own fingers stay busy. She’s halfway gone when the door opens—Emily’s back. The air stiffens. Emily watches, bites her lip, finally admits maybe it matters after all. Abella’s answer is short: she’d barely let her out the door before she was already stuffed. They stare. Emily breathes, decides. She crawls over, takes the toy, eases it in slow while Abella arches and groans. When Emily’s turn comes she lies back, knees spread, lets Abella’s tongue circle and press until she’s moaning, surprised by how good it feels. Two girls, one new favorite habit.