I'm confused. You want to have an orgasm. Not a ruined one, but a full, screaming to the rooftops, exploding with pleasure, orgasm?
But it's not your birthday. It's not even close to your birthday. Remind me: what's the one day a year you get to come? That's right: your birthday.
Get back on you knees and let me think about it while you're going down on me. Maybe if I have another orgasm or two I'll understand why you would ask for something so ridiculous.