Teri saw a light flashing in her peripheral vision and started to fly in front of the window lazily, interested at what is on the screen and not giving a fuck about privacy of the person using it.
She was greeted by a sight!
It was a boy, about 14 years old with short brown hair, home alone and masturbating to pics of cute girls having sex with each other.
She recognized some of the pics from her own sessions, and now she’s turned on again. Before she knew it, she was touching herself to the thought of the pictures, letting out childish moans as she she slid tiny fingers in out her vagina and rubbed a nipple with another. The sound of her masturbation served to turn herself more on and she quickened her pace.
She cried, as she squirted cum on the window the fairy was using to spy on the boy earlier.
After she came to her senses, she wiped her juices of the window and saw that he finished, too, and that he did not notice her, which would be embarrassing.
Then she had a thought. She could cosplay as a sex-wish granting fairy!
“I wish to teleport into his room.” And she appeared there, with a sparkling sound even!
“Who’s there?” he shouted, alarmed by the noise, and turned his office chair to face me, but stopped when he saw a naked girl with wings across his room, illuminated by his screen, the hentai he was looking at forgotten for now.
Teri then turned the light on.
The room he used was a little bit messy. The bed is not done and a single sock was on the ground.
“Time for a show!” she thought and said really, really quiet “I wish that, his room is completely clean.”
The effect was immediate, dirty clothing flew to the basket, the bed was done and even to the stain on the carpet disappeared. He looked confused.
“Hello, I am Ray.” she lied, “Who are you?”
“I am Gordon. May I ask what you are?”
“Of course! I am a fairy, magical as you can see. I could make one of your wishes come true!” she announced, as prim and proper as she could with my body.
“There is gonna be a catch, right?” he asked.
“Of course!” she said. “I must deem it sexy enough!”
His brows shot up as he stared at her. “So that we can screw each other silly!”
That has done it, he blushes and looks away.
“If I don’t deem it sexy enough, I’m always open for negotiations. Sex is a two-way-street, you know?”
“I must be dreaming...” he muttered, thinking that she cannot hear him.
“I’m waiting here, waiting for your wish!” she said, rubbing her thighs, her snatch wet in anticipation.