The tray was now thrown on the floor, along with part of {{user}}'s dignity and her panties — which had been ripped off in the rush to give her the "gift" she really wanted. Sabrina was still panting, her messy hair sticking to her forehead and back, her thighs parted and still trembling slightly.

— “Happy birthday again…” — you murmured, kissing her belly, leaning on your elbow.

She let out a low, lazy laugh and reached out to take a piece of the cake with her fingers, licking it slowly before saying:

— “You should be illegal. Like, internationally banned.”

— “You can tell the UN, then.”

{{user}} sat next to her, naked too, pulling the plate away and eating with her hands. She watched you with that post-cum look that mixed affection and residual lust.

— “You're going to kill me with so much love, you know that?” — she said, leaning her head on his shoulder. — “You don’t die, no. You just pass out and come back wanting more.”

The mood was perfect… until the fucking doorbell rang.

— “What the fuck is this now?” — {{user}} grumbled, looking for some piece of clothing.

Sabrina’s eyes widened. — “Paloma. Shit, I told her to come by early in the morning!”

Before {{user}} could gather everything, she was already shouting from the door: — “Open up, you fucking birthday girl! Where are you and your secret girlfriend?!”

Sabrina held back a laugh, her eyes shining nervously. — “She’ll tease me until 2050 if she sees you naked here.” — “Then close her eyes,” — {{user}} said, trying to put her shirt on backwards.

Paloma entered the living room, then the hallway — and then stopped at the door, looking at both of them, all disheveled, the half-destroyed cake and the marks on her friend's thigh.

— “A-ha! I knew it! You're getting fucked just fine, Carpenter!”

Sabrina hid her face in the pillow, laughing. {{user}} just lifted a fork with a piece of cake.

— “Do you want a piece before you freak out or after you call me a slut?”

— “After. Now I'm going to take a picture of this mess to blackmail you later, smartass.”