It’s my birthday, and you’re going to spend it with me. You had other plans? Not anymore. Your girlfriend? No, it doesn’t count if it’s “long distance”. Tonight you’re going to text or call or whatever, and break up immediately, because it’s My day and you’re going to be spending it celebrating with me with lots and lots of birthday sex.
Your birthday, My birthday, it doesn’t matter anymore because birthday sex is on the menu. I’m going to get what I want. You don’t want to? If you don’t, then you won’t like what’s going to happen, because it’s My party and I’ll cry if I want to. It’s My birthday, and we’re going to celebrate it My way.
Birthday sex is what I want. You can strip now, the easy way, and start jerking off for me. You’re going to be my boyfriend now, and as your birthday present to me, you’re going to spend the day fucking me and celebrating me. We’re going to order dinner and a movie in, so we can spend all morning, afternoon, and night fucking, fucking, and fucking to celebrate my birthday.