I'm confused...



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.

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