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Happy Birthday!

Stephen leaned back in his chair, a sigh escaping his lips before taking a slow steady breath back in. In front of him sat the cake, the still smoking, but no longer lit candle, and just beyond that a rather rambunctious, curvy blonde. She was leaned forward, her pleasant C-cups and what he could only imagine was a rather packed pair of boy shorts behind her. “M-Mira!” Stephen couldn’t help but blush. “Please tell me you’re wearing a bra.” “Why would I need one of those?” She plopped back into her chair, her breasts giving a decidedly too big bounce. “Just you and me.” “Mira!” Though they were both giggling. They’d been friends for years and upon hearing of the disaster of his birthday, not that she had the details, she’d rushed over with a store-bought mix of a cake and a candle, and entirely too few clothes. “Yeah yeah yeah,” she waved one hand dismissively, causing one of her breasts to dance in her top before she adjusted a strap of her tank top. “So, what did you wish