It’s Arno’s birthday, and I’ve prepared a sumptuous platter of all his favorite desserts – but he’s distracted from it because I’m sitting in his lap, wearing nothing but a lace bra and panties, and feeding it to him. Occasionally, bits of whipped cream or strawberry juice would ‘accidentally’ drop onto my cleavage and thighs, and I’d invite Arno to lick it off me. But once he’s had enough of all this teasing, he carries me up to his room for a different sort of “dessert” altogether ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)