Perfect birthday present

Joanne’s lips brush mine, soft and slow, like she’s been waiting all day for this. A light kiss, barely there, followed by her whisper—'Many happy returns of this wonderful day.' I swallow hard, already imagining more than birthday candles. She slides her hands up my back, fingers quick, like she knows exactly where to find bare skin under the sheer black bra I saved for tonight. The tiny pink panties don’t last long; her teeth catch the lace and tug them down. I catch her bra strap between two fingers and pull, freeing her breasts, nipples already tight. She pushes me back onto the sheets and slips two fingers between my legs, working them in slow circles until I’m slick enough for more. A bottle clicks open, cool gel against heat, and then she eases her tongue against that tighter ring, opening me, testing how ready I am. My breath hitches when she presses a slim toy against me, steady pressure until it slides in. She leaves it there, pulsing, while her mouth finds my clit again, sucking until I’m shaking. Later she trades the toy for her fingers, then her strap, easing in inch by inch until I’m stretched around her and begging for every thrust. Blonde hair sticks to my cheek, brunette strands tangle in my fist; we fuck like we’ve both been saving this all year.