Salvaging Her Birthday

Clara got tired of her own birthday party fast. Avery Lust ducked out, pissed that her boyfriend threw a surprise bash even though she said she hated parties. Her best friend Beca Barbie noticed and followed her. Clara spilled it—her guys always ignored what she actually wanted. Jane grinned, cocky. “Maybe you need a woman who pays attention.” She leaned in, kissed her slow at first, then hard, hands sliding under Clara’s dress like they owned the place. Jane’s fingers found her pussy and stroked until Clara was dripping. Clara’s breath hitched when Jane dropped to her knees, spread her open and licked straight up the center of her clit in one long stroke. The heat from that tongue made Clara’s thighs shake. Jane sucked and circled, two fingers sliding in deep and curling right on the spot that made her moan. Clara grabbed Jane’s hair, riding her mouth, not giving a damn who might walk in. Jane fucked her fingers faster, fucking tongue working circles until Clara came hard—pussy clenching, thighs clamped around Jane’s head, hot juices coating the younger woman’s lips. After, Clara slumped back with a grin she couldn’t hide. Maybe her birthday just got salvaged after all.