Happy Birthday, Mike

On my knees, in the kitchen, wearing something just a bit kitschy and cute, in the process of baking you a cake. Happy birthday, baby. I just want to make you feel good. While it is in the oven, why don it I do a little something to pass the time. Give me your cock. I want to suck it lovingly, to show you how much I genuinely care. My lips slide up and down your shaft, crimson encircling your cock and pumping you gently for your pleasure. My breasts are perched atop my leopard print tank top, creating the perfect platform for my soft, pillowy cleavage to escape.