Minne got closer next to me, her small body pressed close, my arm draped over her shoulder in a loose, protective hold. She fidgeted for a moment, cheeks pink, then quietly slipped out from under my arm and crawled onto the bed.
She positioned herself on all fours, maid outfit riding up to reveal the smooth curve of her back. My eyes dropped lower—and there it was: a shiny buttplug nestled firmly in her tight little asshole, the base glinting under the soft bedroom light.
"I… wanted to thank you properly, Master," she said, glancing back at me over her shoulder, voice barely above a whisper. "I-I hope you… like it."
"Like it?" I asked, my cock already stiffening in my pants. "I fucking love it."
I hopped off the bed, walked to the edge, and stood behind her. Minne shifted obediently, arching her back more, presenting her ass higher toward me.
