It was Knox’s birthday and I wanted to do something special. We’ve been fucking a bit over a year now, and we’ve become good friends over this time. I knew he didn’t like cake, but liked ice cream, so I purchased him a Dairy Queen ice cream cake, one of my personal favourites and something he’s never tried. Only thing was, he got invited out with the boys in a surprise on his actual birthday, and then was busy several days with work.

Our schedules didn’t match up for nearly a week and my period was overdue, meaning another week with no visit, so I ate a piece of the cake. Then another. Then stopped myself, saving the lettering with his name from destruction. Then he messaged me tonight to say he was headed over. He arrived in a flash. I pulled out the cake, minus two pieces and put a candle in the top, singing a few bars of Happy Birthday.

“Do I make a wish?”

“Yes!”

And he blew out the candle. The next thing I know, he’s devouring me. Pulling me into him, kissing my neck and shoulders. We’re standing next to the bed, his hulking arms gripped firmly around my waist, his hands then wandering. I crouch down in front of him, my lips gently caressing the tip of his cock.

I take him deeply, fully, between my lips and hold him there for a minute, my body physically reacting on the deepest thrust into my mouth. The saliva trickles down to the floor in a sloppy mess. His hands lace around the back of my head and he thrusts his hips toward my face, pushing with his hands against the force; face fucking me violently. The juices really start to drip down his cock and balls, making a giant puddle by my knees.

I cup his tesicles in my hand and stroke them lightly in circles while his cock is deeply down my throat. He moans, arching into me further. I continue to suck and lick his veiny phallus, getting increasingly turned on as I do. My pussy begins to tremble and moisten.

I crawl onto the bed on all fours with my ass in the air and he’s on me in a second; his cock profound in its depth, his hips working in circles. All I can feel is his cock. It’s length and girth, pushing against my sides. His hands run up and down my spine and find my pony tail. He pulls back slightly and my head jerks. He’s pulsating against me, rhythmically and never-ending. Just wave after wave of bliss.

My arms go numb after who knows how long, and I roll over to my back. He takes his time. My legs spread wide open in front of him, my pussy a buffet for his feast. He rubs my clit softly, in gentle circles, while kissing up and down my leg. The back of knee, tingling up my spine.

He licks, one long lick from just before my asshole to my pussy. Then focuses back at my clit. His tongue darts in and out on my swollen lips, juices dripping down his face. He takes my clit in between his lips and sucks at it, the sensation incredible. I shiver and cum all over his mouth, goosebumps raising on my flesh. He then moves to my asshole.

Knox is never finished. I generally tap out for a break far before he’s ready, which is unlike me with any other partner. He’s a machine. Tonight, a never-ending birthday machine.

I dole out a piece of ice cream cake to the both of us, and we eat while checking our phones, the music blaring from the tv. It’s three hours later and I’ve missed several calls. Back to life. Back to reality.

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