Selena x Justin

“I can’t believe my baby is 21,” Selena sighed, stroking Justin’s face, “happy birthday Jay, I love you.”

Justin smiled up at her, his hands resting on her hips, “I love you too, Sel.”

She lowered herself against his chest and attached her lips to his, tugging on his bottom lip.

“What do you want for your birthday?” She asked, widening her straddle on him.

“You,” he mumbled against her mouth, his hands finding her ass and giving it a rough squeeze.

Selena laughed, shaking her head, “Something you don’t already have.”

“I’m Justin Bieber,” he smirked, “I have everything.”

Selena rolled her eyes and got off of him, standing up from the bed and murmuring a quiet “Be right back.”

Moments later she was back with a champagne bottle, a wicked grin on her face.

“I thought we would celebrate you turning 21 with something you can finally drink legally,” she winked, popping the lid off.

Setting the bottle down, she went back over to Justin and hooked her fingers under the waistband of his boxers, tugging on them gently.

When she had removed them, she stared down at her naked boyfriend, her eyes zeroed in on her favorite body part of his.

Jerry.

She had to hold back from moaning at the thought of it, and without another word, she reached for the champagne bottle and shattered it against a table.

Grabbing a shard of glass, she charged towards Justin screaming tribal chants and jumped on top of him, hacking away at his unsuspecting penis.

“SELENA WHAT THE FUCK,” Justin screamed, trying to salvage his mangled dick.

“I know it’s your birthday but I have needs too,” she growled, ripping it from his body and holding it up in the air like Simba from the Lion King.

Justin gaped at the place where his dick once was, tears streaming down his face.
Laughing like a wicked Hyena, Selena swallowed his detached penis in one swift gobble and opened the window, spreading out her vagina flaps and soaring out into the cool March air.