For your birthday, you partied with your friends. Bill stayed home, because he didn’t wanna bother you guys. When you get home, you take your heels off at the front door and see Bill sitting on the couch, legs spread

Hey, love. How was it?

He smiles as you sit down on his lap and rant about everything you did and presents you got. He chuckles, placing his hands on your hips

No gift is better than mine

He then looks deep into your eyes and slowly starts lifting up your skirt