All Anal For Alicia

Alicia had the plug tucked in before Michael showed up—small silver thing keeping her ready. She kept the edges of the plug catching every breath, then dropped to her knees for the first sloppy blowjob. It only lasted a minute. Then her feet slid over him, toes flexing and curling like she’d practiced the rhythm. She laughed once, moved back, pulled the plug with a pop that sounded filthier than it should’ve, and let him sink straight into the hole she’d been warming. Every time he pulled out she chased him with her mouth again, back and forth in fast rounds, spit everywhere. Her feet took their next turn, warm and slick now, heels pressing him against her stomach before she guided him right back in for more anal. She clenched down hard each time, greedy for the stretch, begged for that final load with every sloppy thrust.