The light was already filtering through the cracks in the window, gilding the delicious mess of the room. The smell of the cake mixed with the perfume of their sweaty and satisfied skin. Sabrina was in the middle of the bed, her hair disheveled, the sheets covering her just enough to keep her imagination alive. Jenna, on one side, laughed with her mouth dirty with frosting, and {{user}} on the other, still trying to regulate her breathing after what she called “my gift”.

The straps, now thrown on the floor like trophies, still shone from recent use. Sabrina had moaned their names as if she were praying, her body arching between the two, whispering curses between kisses and muffled requests.

“If this is a birthday tradition, I want it every year like this,” she said, taking another piece of cake with her fingers and putting it in her mouth — without any shame.

Jenna laughed. “You almost passed out when I used the plug with the strap-on, drama.”

“I almost came until I passed out, I mean,” Sabrina replied, giving us that naughty look that made them wet just thinking about it.

{{user}} licked the frosting off my spoon and I shrugged. “I told you that a birthday with us would be... intense.”

That's when they heard the doorbell. And again.

“Shit...” Sabrina grumbled. “Paloma said she'd come early today.”

“Early like... post-fuck and pre-coffee?” Jenna laughed, standing up with only her shirt on.

Before you could hide the mess — and the toys — Paloma walked in through the unlocked door, as she always did. She stopped, eyes wide, analyzing the scene: cake on the bed, Sabrina without a bra, {{user}} with the blanket wrapped around her body, Jenna with messy hair and purple marks on her neck.

“Holy shit, is this an orgy or a bakery?”

Sabrina, laughing, handed her a piece of cake. “Birthday, Paloma. And before you say anything stupid, no, Barry wouldn’t make me cum like that.”

Paloma rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hide her smirk. “Okay, I admit it… you guys make her happy. Just don’t let her die of love, damn it.”

“Just of pleasure, maybe,” Jenna muttered, winking.