Let’s unwrap this gift we call You. Let’s peel back the wrapping paper of your previous experiences. Let’s light the candles, and drip them right across your breasts as you make a wish.
Let’s really explore your inner workings. Let’s reach into your soul, let me stay there awhile and dance a slow dance inside with you. Let me bring you a memory that you have a hard time getting out of your beautiful brain for weeks to come.
Let’s make this a special one. You want it. You got it.
Nestling my face between your thighs as I taste the cake. Cum. I’m not demanding. I’m not asking either. I’m forcing it on you. G spot in prime time. Clit on notice.
Daddy knows how to make the Birthday Girl reach for the sheets so just close your eyes, ball up your fists, make the neighborhood hear your happy voice, as the orgasms flood you like a 100-year storm.
Here comes the main event, Cupcake. Hard and deep right into the back of your lady parts. Hand around your neck. Other thumbs your swollen clit and you can’t wait to get another year older.
Release with me. Your Head. Put it over here.
Eyes. On mine.
This is an old post but Happy Birthday to a loyal follower!