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Birthday Dinner My birthday sucked. It was a day that started badly and ended even worse. I was late to work because my bus had broken down. I had to transfer to a shuttle which was standing room only Lonely want nsa have sex for an hour ride, only to have to walk two to work after getting off the damn thing. At the end of my shitty birthday shift, my county and the counties next to it suffered a total blackout, causing traffic to go insane and my birthday bus ride to take hours instead of the usual two. I couldn't get ahold of my family members after a while because of the blackout causing problems with the cell towers, and once I got home to my family the was setting and the food was rotting in the fridge. My birthday dinner which was supposed to be some nice gourmet order-in consisted of top ramen. Yeah. My birthday sucked. Fast forward several candlelit hours. The electricity comes back on, and a cheer resounds through the neighborhood. People stop shooting off guns and fireworks and drinking warm beer and start returning to normalcy. I finally get my shit together for my inevitable work shift the next day, and pass out cold, exhausted and with hurting feet from the day's shenanigans. I wake up to hands kneading my breasts, then slipping between my legs to fondle my genitals. I try to roll away, but my leg is yanked insistently back, spreading me open for someone's fidgety fingers. I start to moan. Although I am completely worn out, I am incredibly turned on and want more of what he's offering. Suddenly, he leaps from his side of the bed and crawls up between my legs, burying his face in my now-wet pussy. I at his face and breathe heavily, already feeling close to orgasm. He pinches my nipples and I bite my lip. Then, he grabs my hands and places them on his shaved head. I rub his stubble and let them fall away. He grabs my hands once again and places them back on his head, forcing me to smother him with my cunt. Excited by his enthusiasm, I press his head into me with my hands. He pulls his hands off of mine and grabs my tits as I come all over his face. Shuddering, I ask him if he'd like reciprocation. He said he came when I did. Turns out my birthday dinner wasn't so bad after all.