Salvaging Her Birthday

Clara escapes her own birthday party and kicks off her heels in the hallway. Her boyfriend ignored the one thing she asked for: zero surprises. Jane finds her leaning against the wall looking like she wants to bolt. Clara admits her last three boyfriends also ignored her, each party louder than the last. Jane grins. “Maybe you keep picking the wrong flavor,” she says. She slides closer. Clara shrugs, lets Jane pin her wrists above her head. Jane’s hand slips under the hem of the party dress, finds no underwear, chuckles under her breath. Two fingers tease the seam of her pussy until Clara’s legs shake. Jane sinks to her knees right on the rug, spreads Clara open with both thumbs, tongue flat and slow at first, then quick flicks on the clit while her fingers curl inside. Clara’s breath stutters. The whole mess ends with Clara riding Jane’s face on the floor, legs quivering, thighs slick, birthday ruined in the best way possible.