They continue

Amelia's eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked up at John, her face still glistening with his cum. "You're still hard, Birthday Boy," she said, her voice husky and playful, as she reached out to stroke his cock. John's face flushed with embarrassment, but he couldn't help the way his body responded to her touch. "I guess I'm not done yet," he said, his voice low and husky, as he looked down at her.

Amelia's gaze locked onto his, her eyes burning with a fierce intensity. "Good," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Because I'm not done with you yet either.

Amelia's gaze locked onto his, her eyes burning with a fierce intensity. "Good," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly turned around, her hips swaying seductively as she bent over, her hands grasping the edge of the couch. "Fuck me, Birthday Boy," she whispered, her voice husky and provocative, as she arched her back, her ass thrust upwards, inviting him to take her. John's heart raced in his chest, his cock still rock hard, as he gazed at her perfect, rounded ass, his mind racing with the implications of her words.