“Did you get to open my birthday gift?” I asked, fingers digging into the edges of the porcelain tub as Franky tightened his fist. “I excused myself to the kitchen with my slice of birthday cake and added the extra frosting you provided me with.” “A-all of it on o-one piece of c-cake?” I stuttered, body blistering with beads of sweat as my orgasm took shape. I’d managed to jerk off a couple times, filling a portion cup with my cum before he’d left. “All of it,” he stressed, water splashing as he jerked me off.
YOU NASTY MOTHERFUCKER.
