Now this is a little different, but I want you to set the scene here.
Imagine a nice dim room with a stage with a single chaise lounge right in the middle. Youâre sitting in a comfortable chair, facing the stage and I walk out, wearing deep red matching underwear with a garter belt keeping the lacey stockings up, a pair of black stilettos on my feet.
I sing as I walk slowly towards you, every move deliberate to show myself off, just for you. I walk around you, stroking my hand along your shoulders, scratching slightly at your neck with my nails, just to make you shiver.
As I move around to your front again I remove the bra, my breast fully on display, all for you, yours to touch, to stroke, kiss, yours to do what you want.
And then I remove my underwear, showing off my pussy thatâs basically dripping for you, singing all the while, moaning and stuttering slightly when you touch me in  a way where I just canât control my reactions.
After the song is done, Iâd lead you up to the stage, and you can decide if you want to bring more people in, or if youâd prefer for us to be alone, but whatever you decide, I remove your clothes and I sit you down on the chaise lounge, where I then get up on your lap and sink down on your hard and aching cock.
I think of how many different things we could do on that stage, how many positions we could fuck in, and if you decide to bring in anyone else, how many of my holes we could fill at the same time, filling me up with your come, making it drip out of me as you fill me again and again.
Iâd love to hear your filthy words in my ear as you fuck me, telling me how good I look on your cock, how Iâm made for it, made to be fucked by you, be your good girl. How tight I am around you, squeezing you, milking your come, how amazing I feel and how amazing Iâll look with your baby, how amazing I look being fucked by so many others while you alone can have my pussy.
All this, because of that one songâŠ