August 1, 2025

Tiffany’s eyes slowly open. She feels your body pressed against hers. You’re lying behind her, one arm hugging her from behind.

“Good morning, birthday girl.”

You whisper into her ear and kiss her cheek. Tiffany’s lips form a smile before she lets out a relaxed sigh.

“Good morning, babe.”

The two of you lie motionless for a while, just silently enjoying each other’s company. You listen to hear breathing as Tiffany lets the warm rays of the sun warm her face.

“I have something for you.”

You finally speak up before giving her neck a kiss.

“You didn’t need to get me anything. You know that, honey.”

“I do.”

You kiss her neck again. Then, using your hand that is resting against her stomach, you motion towards her nightstand. A small tray is on it. A cup of coffee and two self made brownies.

“Breakfast in bed?”

Tiffany chuckles, but her voice makes it clear that she appreciates your effort.

“Thank you so much.”

She shifts a little away from you and then turns around to face you.

“You’re the best.”

She gives you a peck on the lips. Then two of you cuddle for a minute longer, then Tiffany finally sits up. You follow her actions, resting your head against the wall behind you. She reaches for the cup and then tilts it against her lips. A sigh leaves her lips as she puts down the cup again. Before she can say something, you push the blanket off the both of you. Tiffany watches you with curiosity on her face, which quickly turns into shyness when she realizes what your going for.

You move your body as you spread her legs apart. Now you’re lying on your stomach between them, looking up at her.

“Let’s eat at the same time.”

You teasing smile makes Tiffany blush.

“A-Are you sure?”

She’s always shy at the start of anything sexual, but today she seems a little less coy. You can tell by the way she’s biting her lip. Her left hand plays with her hair as she looks down on you.

“Your brownies.”

You nod towards the nightstand. Tiffany reaches for the plate and holds it one hand in front of her chest. You watch her pick up one of the two pieces and take a bite. As she chews, her smile grows wider. You reach for the hem of her nightgown and push it upwards. Her breath hitches in response as she feels your hands run over her thighs, until you expose her bare pussy.

While Tiffany eats the first brownie, you eat Tiffany. You tasted the batter earlier while making her breakfast and you have to say that, between the two of you, you’re definitely the one enjoying the tastier meal. Not that your brownies are bad, Tiffany’s cunt is just so delicious. You could eat her out for an entire day. And, if she doesn’t stop you, you actually might.

Except for a moan or a sigh here and there, Tiffany has managed to keep it together so far. Of course you started slow with teasing her little. But now as she picks up the second piece, her thighs have started to shake around your head. She is doing her best now to keep quiet by taking another bite. Your hands on her thighs make sure she doesn’t crush your head with them. Because as you continue to drive her further and further, Tiffany loses more and more control over them.

“Oh god!”

The loudest moan so far escapes her lips. You notice a few brown crumbs on her sheets and her gown as you glance upwards. Your eyes meet hers for a moment as you wrap your lips around her clit. Usually that’s the move that makes her finish and it doesn’t disappoint today either. You watch Tiffany fall apart. Her mouth falls open. Her brows furrow. The plate in her hand shakes, making the half eaten brownie fall. A squeal escapes her mouth as her eyes roll to the back of her head. You continue to lick and suck on her clit, making her toes curl as she orgasms.

One hour after Tiffany has woken up she moans your name. Your tongue is on her clit while two of your fingers move in and out of her pussy. Her hips lift off the bed as her thighs shake. Another orgasm is rolling through her, leaving her breathless and exhausted.

“Good girl.”

You finally lift your head. Tiffany’s half opened eyes look at you. Her side of the bed is wet. Her sheets are dark with her juices. It’s not like she squirted fountain after fountain. But after six consecutive orgasms you’ve drained her body of any kind of fluid. Her pussy only manages to produce a couple of small drops, which you lick off her inner thigh before they reach her mattress.

“Oh no.”

That one lick alone has Tiffany shaking again. Her voice is weak and desperate. A whimper leaves her lips when you begin to pull your fingers out of her. But before you leave her empty, she feels a third finger brush agains her folds.

“Oh god. Please.”

She’s sobbing as you push into her with all three fingers. That alone has her whole body shaking.

“I can’t help it, birthday girl.”

You tease her as you curl your fingers upwards inside her cunt.

“You’re just so sweet.”

You reach out with your other hand to brush the hair out of her face which as been sticking to her cheek due to her sweat.

“This is the last one, okay?”

Another cry leaves Tiffany’s lips. You can’t tell if she’s disappointed or glad. Her body hints at disappointed. Because as soon as you move your fingers again, her hips buck against you. As tired as she is, her body still seems to crave more. You’re actually surprised how much she can take. You thought she’d pass out by now, but Tiffany is going strong. Her hands are both holding fistfuls of sheets as her back arches off the mattress. Her thighs tremble. Her toes curl. You’ve seen this half a dozen times already just today. It only takes you few thrusts of your fingers before Tiffany falls apart again.

This time her moan is silent. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as her mouth falls open. Her thighs trap your arm in place. You feel her warm heat squeezing your fingers. The orgasm goes as quickly as it came. It seems like you really did push her to her limit.

After she has calmed down, you quickly disappear out of the room for a second. When you come back, Tiffany barely manages to move her head. You pick her up bridal style and carry her toward the bathroom. A moment ago you put a plastic stool into the shower and now you’re sitting Tiffany on top of it. Her head rests agains the tiles on the wall as she looks up at you. She tries to say something, but you can’t understand hear. She holds your shoulder and pulls you down.

“Thank you.”

Her whisper makes you smile and give her a kiss on the forehead. You reach for the showerhead and turn on the water. You wait until it’s warm enough and start to wash Tiffany’s juices and her sweat off her body.