Lessons In Anal Part One: Contraception

Halle's pacing like a caged cat. Pee on a stick, start a panic. Dakota gets the 911 text and peels out in that SUV before Halle can even finish typing SOS. They slam the gas station for a test, Halle white-knuckling the wheel the whole ride. Out in the open desert they squat, pee, wait. Test says positive and everything tilts sideways. Phoenix finds the stick in Dakota's purse, the evidence she forgot to hide. One scream later and they're in the kitchen getting read the riot act. Phoenix lays it out straight—no shame, just straight facts and one blistering solution. "Backdoor only, ladies. No babies that way." Tits out, clothes off, Phoenix drops to the tile and shows exactly how it's done. Her tongue finds every fold, wet, fast, pushing them open. Dakota moans, Halle watches with her legs shaking. Phoenix spreads her own cheeks, sinks two fingers in, then trades out for Dakota to copy. Both girls follow, tongues swirling tight circles before Phoenix slips a strap-on past her rim like she's done it a thousand times. Dakota and Halle take turns sliding in behind, hips snapping, the strap shiny with spit. Phoenix keeps the lesson rolling until every hole's trained and their breathing's ragged.