It’s your birthday — and I’ve got a very special present for you. Now… go ahead and sit in your favorite chair. You know the one. The one I’ve named your “cuck chair.” You’ve brought me so many delicious gifts over time — strong, hard men who make me moan for your viewing pleasure. And I know you love it. I see how hard you cum every time. So tonight, it’s your turn to be spoiled. You don’t get just one gift — I brought my trainer over. You’ve seen him. Tall, ripped, cocky. He’s dying to play with me, but tonight, you get to be in control. It’s your game. You tell us what to do — and we’ll do it. All while you stroke that beautiful cock and watch. “Start with her pussy,” you say. Mmm, yes. I spread my legs and lean back, watching your eyes lock on as he sinks to his knees. His tongue is skilled — so deep, so greedy. I moan loudly, fingers tangled in his hair, hips rocking against his face until I shudder and cum on his lips. And you… you’re stroking, faster now. I see the hunger in your eyes. Then you give your next command: take her doggystyle. I obey instantly, presenting myself, feeling the rush as he enters me hard from behind. I arch my back and look at you, biting my lip, and purr, “Kiss me,… kiss me while his cock is buried inside me.” You cross the room, trembling, and I pull you in — our mouths meet in a filthy, wet kiss as I’m being pounded from behind. I moan into your mouth, whispering between kisses, “Do you feel how deep he is while you taste me? I’m so fucking wet.” Then I pull away and give you a wicked grin. “Am I naughty? I think I need a spanking.” You know exactly what to do. I drape myself over your lap and you spank me — one… two… three… until I’m moaning louder. By the sixth, I’m begging for more, dripping and insatiable. “Spit on my pussy,” I tell you. But you hesitate — you want more. It’s your birthday, after all. “No,” I smile, climbing on top of you. “Tonight, you get to cum first.” You try to resist — but I slide down onto your cock, and the game changes. I ride you slow, deep, watching your face, grinding in ways you can’t say no to. I whisper, “You’ve always wondered what my pussy feels like, haven’t you? I’ve dreamed about your thick cock for so long…” And when you explode inside me, I gasp in pleasure too. But you’re not finished. Breathless, you ask, “Does he still have to do what I say?” I lick my lips and smile. “Of course.” Your voice drops to a growl. “Tell him to clean up my mess.” And so he does. As his tongue finds every drop, I lock eyes with you and whisper, “Did you enjoy your birthday present?Because I did… and I can’t wait for next year.”