He sat on the edge of the bed, naked, his hands resting on his thighs, his cock already hard and straining against the cool air of the room. His breath came in shallow, anticipatory gasps, his eyes locked on the door. He knew something was coming. I’d promised him a reward, after all. But he didn’t know what. And that uncertainty, that perfect, delicious tension, was already making him squirm.The door creaked open, and I stepped inside, wearing nothing but a thin silk robe that clung to my body, the fabric barely hiding the curves beneath. In my hand, I held a single cupcake, a tiny candle flickering at the top. His eyes widened, his cock twitched, and I could already see the questions swirling in his mind."Make a wish," I said, my voice low and sultry as I knelt between his legs, the robe shifting just enough to reveal a hint of my cleavage.He smirked, a cocky little tilt of his lips like he thought he knew what was coming. But he didn’t. Not even close.I dipped my finger into the frosting, scooping up a generous dollop, and slowly, deliberately, smeared it onto the tip of his cock. His breath hitched, his hands gripping the edge of the bed as his eyes locked onto mine."Don’t blow the candle until you finish your wish," I said, my voice firm but teasing.He opened his mouth to speak, but I didn’t give him the chance. I leaned in, wrapping my lips around the frosted tip, sucking it clean with a slow, deliberate motion that made his entire body tense. His voice faltered, his words dissolving into a shaky gasp as I worked my mouth down his length, my tongue swirling around the sensitive underside, my lips pressing firmly against him.I pulled back just enough to leave him aching, my breath warm against his wet skin. "Finish your wish. Or I stop."He swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he tried to form the words, his hips twitching as I stroked him with one hand, my other holding the cupcake steady. His words came out slurred, almost incoherent, as I licked along the base of his cock, my tongue tracing the throbbing vein there. Every time he got too close, every time his breath caught in a way that told me he was about to lose control, I backed off, pulling my mouth away entirely."Not yet," I whispered, my voice a soft, teasing command. "You haven’t even blown your candle."He groaned, his fists clenching the sheets, his cock trembling as the frosting began to melt and drip down his shaft. He was so close, so desperate, and the sight of him like that, so obedient yet so utterly wrecked, sent a thrill through me.Finally, he stammered out the last word of his wish, his voice barely above a whisper. I held his gaze, my lips curving into a wicked smile, and leaned forward again, taking him deep into my mouth. I felt his body tense, his hips jerking as he tried to thrust into me, but I stopped just as he was about to tip over the edge, pulling back with a wet pop."You’re not cumming yet," I said, my voice dripping with mock sweetness.He looked at me, his eyes wide and pleading, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. He looked wrecked, completely and utterly undone, and I loved it.I stood up, holding the cupcake in one hand, and blew out the candle myself, the little flame flickering and dying in a wisp of smoke. "I said you’d get a reward," I said, climbing into his lap and letting my robe fall open, "but I never said it’d be easy."His hands found my hips, gripping them tightly as I settled over him, my bare thighs pressing against his. I could feel his cock, hard and throbbing, pressed against my stomach, and I leaned forward, my breasts brushing against his chest as I whispered in his ear, "Now, let’s see how long you can last."I shifted, positioning myself over him, and slowly, teasingly, lowered myself onto his cock. He gasped, his hands tightening on my hips as I sank down, taking him inch by agonizing inch. I could feel every ridge, every pulse of his cock inside me, and I moaned softly, my head tilting back as I let myself adjust to him."Fuck," he breathed, his voice strangled, his hips twitching as he tried to thrust up into me.I placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back, and smiled down at him. "Not yet," I said, my voice firm. "You don’t get to move until I say so."He groaned, his hands trembling on my hips as I began to move, lifting myself up until just the tip of him remained inside me, then sinking back down, slow and deliberate. I could feel him struggling to hold still, his cock throbbing inside me as I teased him, drawing out every sensation.I leaned forward, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, "You’ve been so good for me, haven’t you? So obedient. So patient."He nodded, his breath coming in ragged gasps as I continued to move, my pace slow and maddening. I could feel him twitching inside me, his cock straining as he fought to hold back, and I smiled, knowing just how close he was."But you’re not going to cum yet, are you?" I said, my voice a soft, teasing command.He shook his head, his eyes squeezed shut, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I knew there would be marks. I increased my pace slightly, just enough to make him groan, and leaned down, capturing his lips in a deep, searing kiss.When I pulled back, his eyes were glazed, his body trembling as he struggled to hold on. I smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his face, and whispered, "Good boy."

He sat on the edge of the bed, naked, his hands resting on his thighs, his cock already hard and straining against the cool air of the room. His breath came in shallow, anticipatory gasps, his eyes locked on the door. He knew something was coming. I’d promised him a reward, after all. But he didn’t know _what_. And that uncertainty, that perfect, delicious tension, was already making him squirm.

The door creaked open, and I stepped inside, wearing nothing but a thin silk robe that clung to my body, the fabric barely hiding the curves beneath. In my hand, I held a single cupcake, a tiny candle flickering at the top. His eyes widened, his cock twitched, and I could already see the questions swirling in his mind.

"Make a wish," I said, my voice low and sultry as I knelt between his legs, the robe shifting just enough to reveal a hint of my cleavage.

He smirked, a cocky little tilt of his lips like he thought he knew what was coming. But he didn’t. Not even close.

I dipped my finger into the frosting, scooping up a generous dollop, and slowly, deliberately, smeared it onto the tip of his cock. His breath hitched, his hands gripping the edge of the bed as his eyes locked onto mine.

"Don’t blow the candle until you finish your wish," I said, my voice firm but teasing.

He opened his mouth to speak, but I didn’t give him the chance. I leaned in, wrapping my lips around the frosted tip, sucking it clean with a slow, deliberate motion that made his entire body tense. His voice faltered, his words dissolving into a shaky gasp as I worked my mouth down his length, my tongue swirling around the sensitive underside, my lips pressing firmly against him.

I pulled back just enough to leave him aching, my breath warm against his wet skin. "Finish your wish. Or I stop."

He swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he tried to form the words, his hips twitching as I stroked him with one hand, my other holding the cupcake steady. His words came out slurred, almost incoherent, as I licked along the base of his cock, my tongue tracing the throbbing vein there. Every time he got too close, every time his breath caught in a way that told me he was about to lose control, I backed off, pulling my mouth away entirely.

"Not yet," I whispered, my voice a soft, teasing command. "You haven’t even blown your candle."

He groaned, his fists clenching the sheets, his cock trembling as the frosting began to melt and drip down his shaft. He was so close, so desperate, and the sight of him like that, so obedient yet so utterly wrecked, sent a thrill through me.

Finally, he stammered out the last word of his wish, his voice barely above a whisper. I held his gaze, my lips curving into a wicked smile, and leaned forward again, taking him deep into my mouth. I felt his body tense, his hips jerking as he tried to thrust into me, but I stopped just as he was about to tip over the edge, pulling back with a wet pop.

"You’re not cumming yet," I said, my voice dripping with mock sweetness.

He looked at me, his eyes wide and pleading, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. He looked _wrecked_, completely and utterly undone, and I loved it.

I stood up, holding the cupcake in one hand, and blew out the candle myself, the little flame flickering and dying in a wisp of smoke. "I said you’d get a reward," I said, climbing into his lap and letting my robe fall open, "but I never said it’d be easy."

His hands found my hips, gripping them tightly as I settled over him, my bare thighs pressing against his. I could feel his cock, hard and throbbing, pressed against my stomach, and I leaned forward, my breasts brushing against his chest as I whispered in his ear, "Now, let’s see how long you can last."

I shifted, positioning myself over him, and slowly, teasingly, lowered myself onto his cock. He gasped, his hands tightening on my hips as I sank down, taking him inch by agonizing inch. I could feel every ridge, every pulse of his cock inside me, and I moaned softly, my head tilting back as I let myself adjust to him.

"Fuck," he breathed, his voice strangled, his hips twitching as he tried to thrust up into me.

I placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back, and smiled down at him. "Not yet," I said, my voice firm. "You don’t get to move until I say so."

He groaned, his hands trembling on my hips as I began to move, lifting myself up until just the tip of him remained inside me, then sinking back down, slow and deliberate. I could feel him struggling to hold still, his cock throbbing inside me as I teased him, drawing out every sensation.

I leaned forward, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, "You’ve been so good for me, haven’t you? So obedient. So patient."

He nodded, his breath coming in ragged gasps as I continued to move, my pace slow and maddening. I could feel him twitching inside me, his cock straining as he fought to hold back, and I smiled, knowing just how close he was.

"But you’re not going to cum yet, are you?" I said, my voice a soft, teasing command.

He shook his head, his eyes squeezed shut, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I knew there would be marks. I increased my pace slightly, just enough to make him groan, and leaned down, capturing his lips in a deep, searing kiss.

When I pulled back, his eyes were glazed, his body trembling as he struggled to hold on. I smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his face, and whispered, "Good boy."

I scooped a bit of frosting with my finger and smeared it on the tip of his cock, slowly, deliberately. His eyes widened. I gave him a look.
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Blew him as he blew his birthday cake. Who's the real gift now?

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