Why the hell are you so nervous? It"s written all over her face that she"s getting sexually starved. She"s nervously playing with the butterfly around her neck. It"s just another day like all the others.
"What"s my present?" I ask. Swallows slowly.
"I was thinking..." she begins. "Cake.""
"Cake?" She reaches for the water with trembling hands. Slowly drinking.
"Mm... Isn"t that good?" I am silent. You"re lying.
""What kind of cake?"" I lean toward her, and she keeps trying to eat.
"What kind do you want?" she asks, chewing nervously.
"A layered one" I add a shovel to her lie. She"s a bit frozen. I just look at her and smile. She"s up to something. Something kinky, because her face is constantly on fire.
"I have to go to the bathroom," she says.
"Go ahead," I lean back. She picks u
