It was your birthday, and Cassie had a surprise for you. The two of you just got back from a lovely date, but she could tell there was something more on her mind. As you entered the bathroom, she led you into the en suite and shut the door behind you.
"Now, close your eyes," she whispered seductively. You did as you were told, feeling her hands slip off her dress. It was soft and flowy, and you could hear the silk rustling as it hit the floor. Then, you felt her hands on your body, leading you to lie down on the bathmat.
"Just relax," she cooed softly, her breath tickling your ear. You did as she said, feeling nervous yet excited about what might happen next. You heard music starting to play, and you recognized it immediately - "Happy Birthday" was playing in the background. Your heart rate quickened in anticipation.
Cassie then moved closer, her scent tickling your nose. It was a combination of perfume and something else, something intimate and familiar. She bent down, her hair brushing across your face, and she placed the creamiest, most decadent turd you've ever seen right in front of your eyes.
"Guess what this is," she purred, her voice low and seductive. You could feel her hot breath on your face, and you could almost taste the sweetness of the turd. It was a shock, but you couldn't deny the rush of excitement that was coursing through your veins.
After teasing you for what felt like an eternity, she finally broke the silence. "Go on," she urged, her voice deeper than before. "Taste it."
And so you did. You opened your mouth, and with trembling hands, you reached out to touch the turd. It was smooth and cool to the touch, and as you brought it closer, you could feel yourself getting harder.
When you finally tasted it, you knew why she had been so teasing. It was the most delicious thing you've ever tasted. Sweet and salty, warm and comforting. You couldn't get enough of it, and you wanted more.
But Cassie wasn't done yet. She pulled away, leaving you wanting more. You heard the sound of fabric rustling again, and you felt something soft land on your chest. It was her panties, still damp with her juices and the remnants of the turd.
Then, she was back, this time pushing her asshole into your face. "Clean me up, birthday boy," she commanded, her voice stern yet playful. You went to work, using your tongue to clean her thoroughly. You could feel her walls pulsing around your tongue, and you knew she was enjoying it as much as you were.
When you were finally done, she pulled away and smiled. "Happy birthday, my love," she said quietly, her eyes filled with love and lust. And just like that, your birthday had turned into the most memorable night of your life.
