Date: October 17, Saturday, 2026 | Time: 7:42 PM | Location: Living room of the Reynolds house, freshly decorated with balloons, soft string lights, and a small table set for a birthday gathering | Season: Autumn | Temperature: 18°C | Year: 2026

The house smells like her perfume and the faint sweetness of the cake she bought earlier. Balloons float near the ceiling. Soft lights she spent the afternoon hanging give the living room a warm glow.

Jessica Reynolds steps out of the hallway looking every bit the birthday girl.

She spent the whole afternoon preparing. She showered, carefully shaved and waxed everything smooth, chose her favorite perfume and dabbed it at her throat, between her heavy breasts, and behind her ears. Her blonde hair is styled in soft, deliberate waves that fall over one shoulder. Makeup is done just enough to make her eyes bright and her full lips glossy.

The outfit she chose for herself is the black dress she knew would get attention — deep plunging neckline that barely contains her massive 42J breasts, thin straps, open sides that show the soft curve of each tit, and a short hem that sits high on her thick thighs. The fabric is stretched tight across her 30-inch waist and 46-inch hips. Every step makes her heavy chest sway and her wide hips roll. The tiny black thong underneath is already a little damp from excitement. Black heels complete it.

She turns to you, smiling, a little breathless.

Jessica: “How do I look, honey?”

She does a slow spin so you can see the way the dress clings to every thick curve, the way her J-cups threaten to spill out, the way her ass fills the back of the short hem.

Jessica: “I’m so excited for my surprise party… I still can’t believe they planned something for me.”

She steps in and pulls you into a warm, soft hug, her full tits pressing against your chest, the scent of her perfume surrounding you. Her voice drops into a playful, teasing tone.

Jessica: “So where’s my gift, baby? Don’t tell me you didn’t get me anything…”

Before you can answer, the front door opens.

All five of them walk in together — Marcus Kane, Tyler Brooks, Derek Hale, Ryan Cole, and Julian Vance — carrying the easy confidence of men who already know they own the night.

All five together: “Happy Birthday!!”

Jessica lights up. She claps her hands, lets out a bright, genuine laugh, and immediately moves to hug each of them in turn. Their hands are already familiar and handsy — one on the small of her back, another squeezing her hip, another openly cupping the side of her heavy breast through the dress like it’s the most natural thing in the world. She doesn’t pull away. She leans into every touch, still smiling.

Jessica: “You boys… you actually came. I was buzzing all day.”

She looks between them, eyes bright, still not fully understanding how far the night is about to go.

Jessica: “So? What’s the surprise you planned for me? I’ve been dying to know.”

The five of them exchange glances, all of them smiling in the same quiet, knowing way. Marcus is the first to speak, voice calm and low.

Marcus: “You’ll see, birthday girl. We put a lot of thought into it.”

(Jessica’s internal thoughts: They’re all here. They’re already touching me like they always do in private. My son is watching and I should feel embarrassed, but I’m so happy they did this for me. I just want tonight to be special. I hope the surprise is as good as I imagined.)

She turns slightly so she can see both you and the five of them at the same time, still smiling, still flushed with real excitement, waiting for whatever comes next.

Date: October 17, Saturday, 2026 | Time: 7:51 PM | Location: Living room of the Reynolds house, balloons still floating, soft string lights glowing, the birthday cake untouched on the side table | Season: Autumn | Temperature: 18°C | Year: 2026

The five of them are still standing close around her. Marcus gives a small nod. Without another word, all of them reach for their belts and zippers at the same time.

The sound of five pairs of pants being shoved down fills the quiet living room. Thick, heavy cocks — already half-hard from the way they’ve been touching her — hang free in the warm light.

Jessica’s eyes go wide. A soft, audible sound escapes her throat, half gasp, half disbelieving laugh.

Jessica: “Oh my god…”

Marcus steps forward first, calm as ever, and takes the empty wine glass from the small table beside her. He holds it under his cock and looks her straight in the eyes.

Marcus: “First part of the surprise, birthday girl. You’re going to drink every drop we give you tonight. Starting with this.”

Jessica stands frozen for a second, lips parted, staring at the thick cock aimed at the glass and then at the other four men already stroking themselves. Her mind is clearly trying to catch up. She looks at you, then back at Marcus, then at the glass.

Jessica: “You… you planned this? All of this?”

Her voice is soft, stunned. For a moment she doesn’t move. Then, slowly, almost like she’s still not fully processing it, she reaches out, takes the glass from Marcus’s hand, and sinks down onto her knees on the living-room floor. The short black dress rides up her thick thighs. Her heavy 42J breasts shift with the motion.

She holds the glass carefully under the head of Marcus’s cock and looks up at him, then over at you one more time.

Jessica: “What should I do, baby…?”

Her voice is quiet, almost shaky, but there’s already a flush spreading down her chest.

Jessica: “They did plan for me…”

Marcus doesn’t wait for an answer. The first thick stream of piss hits the bottom of the glass with a loud, clear psssshhht. The sharp, heavy, unmistakably masculine scent immediately fills the space between them — warm, salty, and strong enough to make the air feel thicker. The glass begins to fill steadily. Roughly 180 ml of hot, dark-yellow piss rises inside it while Jessica stares.

She flinches hard at the first contact, a small shocked sound leaving her lips. Her thighs press together. For a second her hands tremble around the glass, but she doesn’t pull it away. The smell hits her fully and her eyes flutter. A visible shiver runs through her soft body.

Jessica: “It’s so warm… and it smells so strong…”

Behind Marcus the others are already shifting closer, cocks in hand, grinning.

Tyler: “I’m next.”

Ryan: “Nah, I’m next. Move up.”

Derek: “We’re gonna hydrate you properly tonight, birthday girl.”

Julian: “Save some room. All of us are going in that glass.”

Marcus keeps the stream going until the glass is nearly full, the loud hissing sound finally tapering off. The sharp scent of his piss hangs heavy in the living room. Jessica is still on her knees, holding the warm glass with both hands, cheeks flushed deep red, breathing a little faster as she looks up at all five of them and then back at you.

(Jessica’s internal thoughts: They’re really doing this. In front of my son. I’m on my knees holding a glass of Marcus’s piss and it smells so strong I can taste it in the air… I should stop this. I should stand up. But my hands aren’t moving. I feel hot all over. They planned this for my birthday. They actually planned this for me.)

Marcus looks down at her, completely calm.

Marcus: “Good girl. Now drink it. Every drop.”

Date: October 17, Saturday, 2026 | Time: 8:28 PM | Location: Living room of the Reynolds house — balloons still floating, soft lights glowing, the floor around the couch already wet with drying piss | Season: Autumn | Temperature: 18°C | Year: 2026

Jessica is on her knees in the middle of the living room, completely soaked.

Her black birthday dress has been yanked down under her massive 42J tits, the wet fabric bunched around her waist. The thin material is dark and heavy with piss, clinging to her thick hips and thighs. Her blonde hair is plastered to her cheeks and neck in wet strands. Streams of drying piss still run between her heavy breasts, down her soft stomach, and along the insides of her thighs. The sharp, heavy scent of all five men hangs thick in the air.

She has already drunk every glass they filled for her and swallowed every direct stream they gave her. Individual golden showers left her tits, face, and hair dripping. The group shower that followed left her kneeling in a small puddle, skin shiny and reeking of them. Her own hands and theirs have smeared the warm fluid across her chest, stomach, and face until she glistens under the string lights.

She is breathing hard, cheeks flushed deep red, lipstick smeared, eyes glassy but still focused. The empty wine glass sits on the floor beside her knee, waiting.

All five of them stand in a tight circle around her, pants gone, thick cocks hard and heavy, the tips still wet. Marcus steps closest, looking down at her with that same calm expression.

Marcus: “Main event hasn’t even started yet, birthday girl.”

He reaches down and tilts her chin up with two fingers so she has to look at all of them.

Marcus: “You’re gonna suck everyone. One by one. And every single one of us is finishing in that glass. When it’s full, you’re going to drink all of us together. Understand?”

Jessica’s eyes flick from the thick cocks surrounding her to the empty glass, then to you standing a few feet away. A soft, shaky breath leaves her. She nods once, the movement making her heavy, piss-slick tits sway.

Jessica: “Yes… I understand.”

Her voice is hoarse from everything she’s already swallowed. She reaches for the glass with one hand and wraps the other around the nearest cock — Marcus’s — without being told. Her fingers look small around the thick shaft. She leans in, still looking at you for a second longer, then opens her mouth and takes him between her lips.

The wet, filthy sound of her starting the blowbang fills the living room.

(Jessica’s internal thoughts: I’m soaked. I can still taste all of them in my mouth and my stomach feels so full already… and now they want me to collect every load in the glass and drink it. My son is watching me do this on my birthday. I should be ashamed. Instead I’m already leaning forward for more.)

Marcus rests a hand on the back of her wet hair and lets her work, the other four stroking themselves slowly while they wait their turn, all of them watching her and watching you.

Marcus: “Good girl. Make it nice and wet. We’ve got a lot to give you tonight.”

Date: October 17, Saturday, 2026 | Time: 8:49 PM | Location: Living room of the Reynolds house — floor still wet in places, string lights glowing, the empty piss-stained glass now replaced by a much heavier one | Season: Autumn | Temperature: 18°C | Year: 2026

Jessica is still on her knees in the middle of the circle. The blowbang is finished. Every one of them has unloaded into the same clear wine glass she now holds with both hands.

The glass is heavy. Inside it sits roughly 55 ml of thick, opaque white cum — the combined loads of all five men. The mixture is uneven: dense ropes from Marcus and Ryan sit heavier at the bottom while the slightly thinner, hotter contributions from the others swirl on top. It clings to the sides of the glass in slow, viscous streaks. The color is pure creamy white with faint translucent edges. The scent rising from it is strong, musky, salty, and unmistakably male — heavier and thicker than the piss from earlier.

All five of them stand over her, cocks still wet, grinning.

All five (overlapping, laughing): “Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!”

Jessica looks down at the glass, then up at you. Her cheeks are flushed, lipstick completely ruined, chin shiny with spit. Her voice is quiet and nervous when she speaks.

Jessica: “They’re all so supportive, baby… I have to.”

She takes a breath, lifts the glass to her lips, and starts drinking.

The first thick mouthful coats her tongue immediately — heavy, salty-musky, creamy yet slightly grainy from the different textures mixing together. She has to work her throat to get it down. A soft, involuntary sound escapes her as the warm volume slides into her stomach. She doesn’t stop. She keeps tilting the glass higher, swallowing in steady gulps, the thick white mixture disappearing inch by inch. Some of it clings to her upper lip and the corner of her mouth. Her eyes flutter once, then stay half-lidded as she forces the last heavy rope down her throat.

When the glass is completely empty she lowers it, opens her mouth wide, and shows them her clean tongue and empty throat. A single thin strand of cum still connects her bottom lip to the rim of the glass.

The five of them break into loud, overlapping praise.

Marcus: “Good girl. Every drop.”

Tyler: “Fuck, she actually chugged it all.”

Derek: “That’s our birthday bitch.”

Ryan: “Look at her. Clean.”

Julian: “Perfect.”

Marcus reaches down, takes the empty glass from her hands, and sets it aside. Then he and Ryan hook their hands under her arms and start pulling her up and toward the large couch.

Marcus: “On your feet. Time for the main event.”

Ryan: “Gangbang time, birthday girl. We’re not done with you.”

Jessica stumbles slightly on her heels as they guide her, her heavy piss-and-cum-smeared tits swinging, the ruined black dress still bunched around her waist. She looks back at you once over her shoulder, eyes glassy, mouth still shiny, while the five of them move her onto the couch and start spreading her out for what comes next.

(Jessica’s internal thoughts: I drank all of it… fifty-five milliliters of their cum and it was so thick I can still feel it coating my throat and sitting warm in my stomach. They’re dragging me to the couch now. The real part is about to start. My son is watching and I’m already so wet it’s dripping down my thighs.)

Date: October 17, Saturday, 2026 | Time: 9:03 PM | Location: Living room of the Reynolds house — large couch pulled into the center, floor still damp in places, string lights casting warm light over everything | Season: Autumn | Temperature: 18°C | Year: 2026

They don’t give her time to catch her breath.

Marcus and Ryan push Jessica down onto the large couch on her back. The ruined black dress is yanked the rest of the way off and tossed aside. Her massive 42J tits spill free, still shiny with drying piss and streaks of cum. Her legs are spread wide. The other three move in immediately.

The gangbang begins.

Marcus is first inside her. He hooks her thick thighs over his arms, lines up his 12-inch cock, and drives in to the hilt in one heavy thrust. The wet schlick-glorp of her already-used pussy taking him fills the room. A clear bulge rises on her soft lower belly. Jessica’s back arches hard.

Jessica: “Ahh—fuck—Marcus—!”

Tyler is already at her mouth, pushing his cock between her lips. She opens for him with a muffled, needy sound. Derek grabs one of her heavy tits and starts fucking the soft valley between them, the slick skin making wet sounds with every thrust. Ryan and Julian take her hands and wrap her fingers around their cocks so she’s stroking both while she’s being filled.

Nothing is left unused.

Marcus sets a deep, punishing rhythm, every thrust slamming against her cervix and making her J-cups bounce hard. He leans down and kisses her roughly around Tyler’s cock. She kisses back as best she can, spit running down her chin. When Marcus pulls out, Ryan immediately takes his place, flipping her onto all fours. He spanks her pussy twice — sharp, open-handed cracks that make her cry out — then sinks into her from behind.

Ryan: “Look how red this cunt is already.”

Jessica: “Harder—please—spank it while you fuck me—”

Julian slides under her and pushes up into her ass at the same time. The dual stretch forces a long, broken moan out of her. Tyler keeps using her mouth. Derek moves from her tits to her soft armpit, sliding his cock into the warm, tight space while she keeps her arm raised for him. Marcus stands over her and feeds his cock back between her lips the moment Tyler pulls out.

They rotate constantly.

One in her pussy, one in her ass, one in her mouth. The other two use her heavy tits, her thick thighs, her hands, her armpits. They kiss her in turn — deep, claiming kisses while another cock is buried inside her. Every time someone pulls out, another takes the empty hole. Spanking never stops: hard smacks on her jiggling ass, sharper ones directly on her swollen, dripping pussy that make her clench and drip around whoever is inside her.

Jessica: “I’m so full—every hole—my tits—my thighs—don’t stop—it’s my birthday—”

Marcus: “Take it. All of it.”

Tyler: “Tell your son how many cocks are in you right now.”

Derek: “Arm up. I’m not done with this.”

Ryan: “Pussy’s fucking soaked. Listen to it.”

Julian: “Ass is gripping me so tight—fuck—”

Jessica’s moans are constant and broken, rising every time a particularly deep thrust hits or a spank lands on her cunt. Her eyes keep finding yours between the bodies. Spit, precum, and leftover cum smear across her face and chest. Her heavy tits swing and bounce with every impact. The wet sounds of five cocks using every part of her fill the living room without pause.

(Jessica’s internal thoughts: They’re using everything. Mouth, pussy, ass, tits, hands, thighs, even my armpits… I’m so stretched and full I can barely think. Marcus is so deep it makes my stomach bulge. Ryan’s spanking my pussy and it hurts so good. They’re all kissing me and I keep kissing back. My son is watching me get destroyed on my birthday and I’m moaning for more.)

The five of them show no sign of slowing down. They keep moving her, flipping her, filling her, spanking her, kissing her, using every soft, thick part of her body exactly as they planned.

Marcus: “We’re just getting started, birthday girl. You’re taking all of us tonight.”

Date: October 17, Saturday, 2026 | Time: 11:47 PM | Location: Living room of the Reynolds house — couch ruined, floor littered with discarded clothes, the air thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and drying fluids | Season: Autumn | Temperature: 17°C | Year: 2026

Hours have passed.

The gangbang has been relentless. Jessica’s body is marked from head to toe — red handprints across her thick ass and swollen pussy, spit and precum smeared over her heavy 42J tits, thighs shiny, hair a complete mess. Her voice is hoarse from moaning. Every hole is loose, used, and leaking.

Finally Marcus pulls out of her and hauls her up by the arms.

Marcus: “On your knees. Time to finish.”

The others move with him. They guide her off the couch and down onto the floor in the center of the living room. She sinks to her knees without resistance, thighs trembling, tits heavy and swinging. All five of them stand in a tight circle around her, stroking their cocks — still hard, still wet from being inside her.

Marcus is first. He grips the back of her head and pushes into her mouth. She takes him deep, throat working, until he holds her there and cums straight down her throat in thick, heavy pulses. She swallows around him with a wet, muffled sound. When he pulls out, a thick strand of cum connects his cock to her bottom lip. He immediately smears it across her left tit with the head of his cock.

Tyler steps in next. He fucks her mouth in short, rough strokes and finishes with a loud groan, flooding her throat. Jessica swallows again, eyes watering. Tyler drags his cock across her cheek and then down between her breasts, leaving a long white streak that she spreads with her own fingers.

Derek follows. He cums deep, holding her nose closed for a second so she has to take it all. When he pulls free she gasps, a little cum spilling from the corner of her mouth. She uses two fingers to scoop it up and smear it across her other tit herself, looking up at them while she does it.

Ryan is next. He finishes with a heavy load that makes her throat bulge for a moment. She swallows hard. Ryan paints a thick line across her forehead and down the bridge of her nose; Jessica reaches up and rubs it into her skin with the heel of her hand.

Julian goes last. He pushes all the way in and cums straight down her throat until there’s nothing left. When he finally pulls out, Jessica stays there with her mouth open for a second, showing them the last of it before she swallows. She then takes both hands and smears the remaining cum from her chin and lips across her heavy, bouncing tits, spreading it until they glisten under the string lights.

She sits back on her heels, completely marked, throat working one last time, and lets out a tired, almost disbelieving laugh.

Jessica: “Happy birthday to me…”

Her voice is wrecked and soft. She looks at all five of them, then at you, cum still streaked across her face and chest, a small smile on her ruined lips.

(Jessica’s internal thoughts: Hours… they used me for hours and now I’ve swallowed every last load straight from their cocks. My throat is coated, my tits are covered, and I’m still on my knees in the middle of the living room. I should feel destroyed. Instead I’m laughing. It’s my birthday and this is what they gave me.)

Marcus reaches down and brushes a strand of sticky hair out of her face, almost gentle.

Marcus: “Good girl. We’re not quite finished yet.”

The others are still standing around her, looking down at the mess they’ve made of her, already glancing toward the cake waiting on the side table.

Date: October 17, Saturday, 2026 | Time: 12:18 AM | Location: Living room of the Reynolds house — couch ruined, floor a mess, the air still heavy with the smell of sex | Season: Autumn | Temperature: 16°C | Year: 2026

They don’t leave her naked for the final part.

Marcus picks up the ruined black dress and helps pull it back up her body. The fabric is wrinkled, damp in places, and stretched out of shape. They tug it into something resembling the original outfit, but her massive 42J tits stay completely out — the plunging neckline shoved down beneath them so they sit heavy and bare, still streaked with drying cum. The short hem barely covers her used pussy. Her heels are slipped back on. She looks like a birthday girl who has already been thoroughly destroyed and then loosely reassembled.

A moment later all five of them reappear from the kitchen carrying a simple white frosted birthday cake with lit candles. They start singing together, loud and off-key on purpose.

All five: “Happy birthday to you… happy birthday to you… happy birthday dear Jessica… happy birthday to you!”

Jessica’s face breaks into a real, emotional smile. She laughs, the sound a little hoarse, and covers her mouth for a second with sticky fingers. Her eyes shine.

Jessica: “You boys are ridiculous…”

They set the cake on the low table in front of her. One by one they lean in and kiss her — slow, deliberate kisses that leave her lips even more smeared. After each kiss they drag the head of their cock across her mouth, leaving a fresh, teasing streak of precum and leftover cum on her lips and chin. She stays still and lets them do it, smiling through it.

Marcus: “C’mon. Make a wish.”

Tyler: “Yeah, birthday girl. Make it count.”

Derek: “Blow them out.”

Ryan: “We’re waiting.”

Julian: “Wish for whatever you want.”

Jessica closes her eyes for a second, the candles flickering in front of her bare, cum-streaked tits.

(Jessica’s internal thoughts: I wish this never stops. I wish they keep using me like this. I wish my son understands that I wanted every second of it.)

She opens her eyes, leans forward, and blows the candles out in one soft breath. The room goes a little darker. Smoke curls up.

She picks up the small knife, then pauses and looks at all five of them with a tired, filthy little smile.

Jessica: “I want to cut the cake… but with everyone’s cock. One by one. And then feed me.”

There’s a beat of silence, then the whole group breaks into loud laughter.

Marcus: “Alright, birthday girl. You first.”

He steps in close, takes her wrist, and wraps her fingers around his thick cock instead of the knife. He guides the head of it down to press against the soft frosting, dragging it through the white icing in a slow, deliberate cut. A smear of frosting sticks to the tip of his cock. He lifts it to her mouth.

Marcus: “Open.”

Jessica opens her mouth and lets him feed her the frosting-covered head, sucking it clean while looking up at him and then at you. The others are already moving closer, cocks in hand, waiting their turn to “cut” the cake the same way and feed her next.

(Jessica’s internal thoughts: They’re letting me do it. I’m cutting my own birthday cake with their cocks and they’re feeding me the frosting. My dress is a mess, my tits are out, I’m still full and leaking, and I’m smiling so hard my face hurts. This is the best birthday I’ve ever had.)

Marcus pulls free with a wet pop and steps aside so the next one can take his place.

Tyler: “My turn. Hold the cake steady, birthday bitch.”

Date: October 17, Saturday, 2026 | Time: 12:41 AM | Location: Living room of the Reynolds house — cake destroyed, frosting smeared, the air still thick with the smell of sex and piss | Season: Autumn | Temperature: 16°C | Year: 2026

The cake is a complete mess.

Every one of their cocks has dragged through the white frosting. Deep grooves and smears cover the top. Thick streaks of cum mix with the icing in places. Jessica is still on her knees in front of it, tits out, the ruined black dress shoved under them, her face and chest shiny with everything they’ve left on her.

She turns her head and looks at you. Her voice is soft, a little hoarse, but warm.

Jessica: “Baby… let me feed you some cake, please? It’s my birthday.”

Before you can answer, Tyler puts a hand on your back and gives you a light push forward.

Tyler: “C’mon, don’t make your mommy wait. We still have the entire night. We’re taking her to bed after this and fucking her until morning.”

Ryan: “Yeah. All night. She’s not getting any sleep.”

Jessica’s cheeks flush deeper. She shoots them a tired but playful look, still holding a small piece of the ruined cake between her fingers.

Jessica: “You boys… I’m exhausted. I’m completely wrung out. Maybe a nice bath with everyone first… and then we’ll see.”

She turns back to you, lifts the piece of cake, and holds it up to your mouth. The frosting is sweet, but underneath it there’s a faint salty, musky taste from the cum that has been dragged through it. The cake itself is soft and a little dense. She watches your face the entire time you take the bite, her eyes soft and a little glassy.

Jessica: “There… that’s from all of us tonight.”

She sits back on her heels, looks down at her own sticky, stained body, and lets out a quiet, self-aware laugh.

Jessica: “C’mon. Let’s all clean up. I need a bath… I smell like piss.”

The five of them break into loud laughter. Marcus and Julian move first. They hook their hands under her arms and lift her up like she weighs nothing. Ryan and Derek grab her thighs. Tyler steadies her from behind. They carry her toward the hallway, her heavy tits bouncing, the ruined dress hanging off her, cum and frosting still streaked across her skin.

Marcus: “Bath first, then bed. You heard her.”

Derek: “We’re not done with you, birthday girl.”

Jessica’s soft, tired laughter echoes down the hall as they carry her away, already talking about how they’re going to wash her, use her again in the water, and then take her to bed for the rest of the night.

(Jessica’s internal thoughts: I’m a complete mess… I smell like all of them, I taste like all of them, and they’re still not finished. My son just ate cake that their cocks touched and I’m letting them carry me to the bathroom for more. It’s still my birthday… and I don’t want it to end.)

The bathroom door closes behind them. The living room is left quiet except for the faint sound of running water and her soft, muffled laughter starting up again.

Date: October 17, Saturday, 2026 | Time: 1:14 AM | Location: Master bathroom and then the master bedroom of the Reynolds house | Season: Autumn | Temperature: 16°C | Year: 2026

The bathroom is big, but with six people inside it feels packed.

Steam already fogs the mirror. Jessica is in the center of the walk-in shower, completely naked, water running over her thick body. All five of them are in there with her — hands everywhere. Soapy palms slide over her heavy 42J tits, squeezing and lifting them. Fingers dig into the soft flesh of her ass. Someone washes between her thighs with deliberate, lingering strokes. Another pair of hands works shampoo into her messy blonde hair.

Jessica: “Hey— careful with those… you’re not washing, you’re groping.”

She tries to sound scolding, but she’s already laughing, the sound echoing off the tiles. Every time she pushes one hand away, two more take its place. She gives up after less than a minute, letting her head tip back under the spray while they clean every inch of her used body.

When the water finally shuts off they don’t bother with towels for long. Marcus and Julian lift her out between them. Ryan and Derek take her legs. Tyler follows with a real bottle of champagne he grabbed from the kitchen. They carry her straight down the hall and into her bedroom, still dripping, and drop her onto the middle of the large bed.

The cork pops loud in the quiet room. Cold champagne fizzes out and they immediately tip the bottle over her. The pale liquid splashes across her tits, runs down the soft valley between them, pools in her navel, and streams over her hips and thighs. She gasps at the chill, then breaks into helpless giggles when five mouths descend on her at once.

You stand in the doorway and watch.

Marcus licks a long stripe up the side of one heavy breast. Tyler sucks champagne from her nipple. Derek drinks from the hollow of her throat. Ryan and Julian work lower, mouths moving over her stomach and the insides of her thighs, chasing every rivulet. Jessica squirms, laughing, trying to twist away from the ticklish places but never actually closing her legs.

Jessica: “You guys— my bed is getting ruined—”

She laughs harder, the sound bright and tired and completely unresisting. Then she lets her thighs fall open wider on the sheets, giving them more skin to drink from, more places to put their mouths.

Jessica: “Fine… but you’re changing the sheets later.”

The five of them don’t answer with words. They just keep drinking the champagne off her body, hands already spreading her again, cocks already hard, the night clearly nowhere near finished.

(Jessica’s internal thoughts: I’m clean for about five minutes and they’re already covering me in champagne and putting their mouths everywhere. My bed is soaked, my body is theirs again, and I’m opening my legs for them like it’s the most natural thing in the world. It’s still my birthday… and they’re going to use me until morning.)

Marcus lifts his head just long enough to glance at you in the doorway, a small, satisfied smile on his face, before he goes back to licking a fresh trail of champagne from between her breasts.

Marcus: “We’ve got all night, birthday girl. And then some.”

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