Anya's body reacted before her mind could catch up.
A violent blush exploded across her face, ears twitching, tail freezing mid-wag.
She stared at him wide-eyed, trembling but the command had already sunk in.
She knew that tone.
And she knew there was no refusing him.
Not when he spoke like that.
So, slowly, trembling, Anya turned around.
She bent forward at the waist and right in front of Fauna's stunned, unblinking gaze—her daughter reached back with both hands…
And spread her own ass cheeks wide open.
The thin string of her lingerie offered no resistance—sliding aside easily.
Fauna's breath caught in her throat.
Right in front of her, spread open and presented was her daughter's most intimate place.
Anya's asshole—pink, puckered, impossibly tight twitched faintly under the sudden exposure.
The tender ring of muscle glistened slightly, supple and untouched-looking despite everything and Fauna was horrified.
She had seen Anya naked countless times.
