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A few days ago, something incredible happened. It was my best friend’s birthday, Zayn, and we had known each other since we were kids. But little did I know that Zayn had a secret crush on me, despite having a girlfriend. Our friendship had all the time been close, and I too had feelings for him, but I had backed off once he entered a relationship.

As his birthday approached, I wanted to give Zayn a gift he would never forget. That morning, I woke up feeling a rush of desire and arousal. Feeling seductive, I decided to give him the best birthday present of his life. I chose a tight shirt and a mini skirt, accentuating my curves perfectly. Casually, I made my way to his birthday party, where only a few close friends were present.

Zayn’s girlfriend observed me, giving me intense, jealous looks throughout the evening. Her disapproval only fueled my excitement. When Zayn finally cut the cake, the party came to an end, and his girlfriend hastily left, leaving us alone. With everyone gone, I had the opportunity to unveil my sultry surprise.

He asked about his gift, but I wanted to keep it a secret, only to be revealed in the privacy of his room. Guiding him to sit on a chair, I decided to add an element of mystery, tying his hands gently. Momentarily, he seemed taken aback, but I reassured him that I wanted the gift to remain untouched.

With anticipation in the air, I slowly removed my shirt, revealing my irresistible figure. Zayn was spellbound, rendered speechless by my seductive display. Inching further, I shed my skirt until only my bra and panties remained. The sight of his throbbing desire pressed against his pants made my own desires grow stronger. He confessed that he had never even dreamt of this moment, leaving me feeling even more empowered.

Driven by my intense arousal, I fulfilled his request to witness my tight, wet pussy and my enticing breasts. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to feel his touch and taste his lips on my sensitive flesh. However, I couldn’t forget that this teasing spectacle was meant to be admired, not consumed.

I could no longer suppress my own wild desires. With a rush of excitement, I boldly slid down his pants, revealing a thickness and length that shocked me. Though I yearned to take his impressive member into my mouth, I remained in control. Instead, I stimulated myself, using my fingers to caress my throbbing clit and erect nipples.

As his excitement mounted, Zayn moaned softly, completely surrendering to the passion that filled the room. Precum dribbled down his shaft as my seductive words fueled his intense pleasure. His body trembled uncontrollably, and he released a powerful load onto his leg and the chair. My own desire grew stronger, craving every ounce of him, but I maintained my composure.

Before I left, Zayn confessed that it was the best gift he had ever received, his eyes filled with delight and astonishment. He revealed that he had no idea I had such a naughty side, and eagerly urged me to visit him again soon. As I said goodbye, I wished him a happy birthday, already contemplating my next visit. Should I revisit him? I would appreciate suggestions on how to spice things up even further for our next encounter.

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