Birthday Girl's Request

Chanel Camryn is having a birthday party today. Avery Black showed up early to help hang decorations. Once the house is ready, Chanel confesses she had a second reason for the early invite—her favorite toy broke. Without it she hasn’t come in days, and she’s afraid the ache will ruin her own party unless she gets relief first. Avery grins, amused, then leans in. Their mouths meet. Avery’s hand slides beneath Chanel’s dress, fingertips tracing the soft, natural swell of her breasts. Chanel’s nipples tighten under the touch. She sinks back onto the couch, legs parting, and Avery follows—kissing lower, tongue flicking across each bare nipple before moving down her stomach. They strip each other slowly, trading soft laughs. Avery’s dark hair brushes Chanel’s pale thighs as she settles between them, licking slow circles around her clit. Chanel moans, fingers threading through Avery’s hair, urging her deeper. Avery slides two fingers inside, curling them just right, and Chanel’s hips lift. The wet sounds fill the quiet room. Chanel tugs Avery up, spins her around, and they shift into a sixty-nine. Blonde hair spills over Avery’s tattooed hip as Chanel buries her face between her friend’s legs. Both women lick and finger each other in steady rhythm, breath hot, thighs trembling. Chanel comes first—sharp, gasping, thighs clamping around Avery’s head—then Avery follows, grinding down onto Chanel’s tongue until she shudders through her own release. They lie tangled for a moment, catching their breath. The birthday girl is smiling now, tension gone, already looking forward to the guests who will arrive soon.