I’m not sure how much of this whole night I had planned purely for Dave’s enjoyment, or for mine. With the lights as they were, it wasn’t until she was two steps in the room I noticed how she was dressed. I sat the cake on the bar counter, Dave still handcuffed to the chair, and the three of us girls each grabbed a fork and started to eat his cake. Dave’s Birthday
David made our anniversary quite an event, and while I knew I could never top that, I knew with his birthday coming I needed to do something a little special. I slid from the bar stool and walked over to the couch. Her frantic licking and sucking and kissing, slowly turned into a more rhythmic lapping, up and down, starting from the bottom of her labia, and working strongly to the top.
