Zia meets the birthday girl.

Zia was somehow bored and stimulated when the woman walked up. She'd been serving drinks for some time and her pussy was starting to get a bit numb. Beautiful women of all colours and styles had been sampling her, ans several had paused for a cum-shot on top. At least Zia was getting so used to it that she wasn't eve embarrassed any more.

This woman was different. She looked like she'd just stepped out of a video game, with her tan short shorts and a muscle top that barely restrained a pair double-D's. Her chestnut hair was pulled back in a pony tail and her perfect muscles rippled.

"I'm Sarah; thanks for contributing to the wine. I'd like some now."

Zia nodded and tilted the bottle toward her pussy.

"Just a moment," the woman said, kneeling in front of Zia. She leaned in so her face was about an inch from Zias's cunt, then siad, "now."