So, This is How it’s Gonna Go

I’m gonna pretend like I’ve dropped something
And bend over
My luscious peach straining against thin fabric
You’re gonna clear your throat
It looks so soft and bouncy
Yes, baby, it is
You start thinking about how much you want to get inside there
And feel all that warm, supple flesh bouncing against  
The hollow of your hips
I got you, baby  
 
I’ll slowly stand up
Arch my back just a little
As my double D’s jiggle a bit
When I shake my head
And fluff my long, curly fire hair
I know you’re watching me
So, I’ll part my lips and apply some carnation pink lip gloss
My tiny lips are in the perfect pout
As I slowly apply the glossy slickness  
I hear your gasp
And slowly turn my head in your direction  
They do look good, don’t they?
You have no idea, baby  
What these tiny lips can do
They were once referred to as the tiny lips of death  
You’ll see
 
I slowly walk over to you
Open my purse
Reach inside
Then drop my card
And the panties I was wearing earlier in your hands
Close your mouth, baby
Bugs are gonna fly in there
You don’t want that
I’ve got much more delicious treats
For you to eat