The night had one final act.

They gathered Lily in the center of the room. The birthday girl, the reason they were all here. Her blonde hair was plastered to her head with various fluids. Her makeup was destroyed, mascara tracks down her cheeks, lipstick smeared into a crimson blur. Her small body was marked with handprints and bite marks, cum and piss drying on her skin in streaks.

The tiara still sat on her head. Somehow still there, despite everything.

“Birthday present time,” Ryan announced. “Everyone gather round. This is what Lily deserves.”

The girls arranged themselves around Lily, kneeling in a circle. Emma next to Hannah, their shoulders touching, both of them sticky and exhausted. Megan and Jo on the other side. All of them naked, wrecked, smiling.

The men circled them, stroking their cocks.

“Tell the camera who you are,” Ryan directed.

Lily found the lens. Her smile was dreamy, satisfied, completely fucked-out. “I’m Lily. It’s my twenty-first birthday.” She gestured vaguely at the women around her. “These are my best friends. They gave me the best night ever.”

“And what do birthday girls deserve?”

“Everything,” Lily breathed. “Birthday girls deserve everything. My night. My rules. No holding back.”

“Then let’s give her everything.”

One by one, the men stepped forward.

Tyler was first, groaning as he jerked himself over Lily’s upturned face. Emma watched the buildup—his strokes getting faster, his breathing heavier, his balls tightening.

“Open up, birthday princess. Here comes your present.”

Lily opened her mouth, tongue extended. Tyler came with a grunt, and Emma watched the first rope of cum arc through the air, landing across Lily’s cheek. Then another, hitting her nose. Then a third, painting her extended tongue thick and white. The cum was pearly and thick, sliding slowly down Lily’s face.

“Swallow,” he told her.

Lily swallowed, showing her empty mouth, then opening again for more.

“Help her,” Ryan instructed. “Good friends help.”

Emma’s hand found a cock. One of the strangers who’d been waiting in the basement. She stroked it, felt the heat of it, felt the pulse as it hardened further in her grip. She aimed it at Lily’s upturned face.

“Tell me you want it,” the man said.

“I want it,” Lily said. “Please. Give me your cum. It’s my birthday. I deserve everything.”

Emma stroked faster, felt the cock pulse and swell in her hand, and then watched the cum shoot across Lily’s forehead in thick white ropes, dripping down to her eyebrows, pooling in the hollows of her eyes.

“Thank you,” Lily whispered. “Thank you for my present.”

Beside her, Hannah was doing the same, her small hands wrapped around another cock, her generous breasts swaying as she stroked. “The answer is always yes,” she murmured as he came, guiding the load to Lily’s chin, watching it drip down onto her throat.

Jo had two cocks in her hands, jerking them alternately with practiced efficiency, her abs flexing with the motion. She looked completely at ease, completely lost in the moment.

“No barrier,” she said when they both came, directing the loads to Lily’s blonde hair, her tiara, the crown of her head. The cum landed in thick white streaks, matting her hair down.

Megan, ever the competitor, got three of them to cum on Lily at once. She had a cock in each hand and one between her feet, her arches working the shaft with surprising dexterity. A coordinated barrage that left the birthday girl gasping and dripping, cum landing on her face, her chest, her shoulders, everywhere at once.

“That’s my record,” Megan announced, grinning. “Beat that.”

When it was over, Lily was almost unrecognizable. Completely covered. Cum in her hair, on her face, dripping down her neck onto her small tits. Pooling in her collarbones. Streaking her stomach. The tiara was crusted with it, the plastic gems barely visible beneath the white.

“Thank you,” Lily whispered, cum bubbling on her lips. “Thank you so much. Best birthday ever.”

“One more thing,” Ryan said.

He stepped forward, cock in hand. He was hard, had been all night, saving himself.

“Open,” he told Lily.

She opened.

Ryan came in her mouth, on her tongue, let her taste it and swallow and show him the empty. Then he directed the rest at her face, one final layer on top of all the others, thick and warm and claiming.

But he wasn’t done.

“One last present,” he said. “One last way to mark you as ours.”

He aimed his cock at her face again, and this time piss began to flow. Golden and warm, splashing across Lily’s cum-covered features, washing some of it away only to replace it with something else. The final degradation. The ultimate gift.

“Happy birthday,” Ryan said as he pissed on her. “You’re finally allowed to have everything.”

“Everything,” Lily whispered, mouth open, accepting it all. “I’m allowed everything.”

The girls leaned in after. Licking the mess from Lily’s face, her tits, passing it between their mouths. Emma kissed Lily, shared the taste with her—cum and piss and spit and sweat, all of it mingled together—felt Lily moan against her mouth.

They cleaned her with their tongues. Swallowed every drop. Shared it between themselves until everyone had tasted the birthday present.

“Best friends,” Lily murmured when it was over, barely conscious, completely destroyed and completely happy. “Best night ever.”