When you get home late at night, you always call me to your house to relax you after a hard day. You recline on the chair, snap your fingers without a word and that means “start”. Then I start dancing, running my hands over my body and ridding myself of my clothes. You inspect me from head to toe and dream of fucking me, but you have a wife and can't afford it, although one day you won't be able to resist my big ass and thighs. And someday you'll just take me in your hands and sit me straight on a hard big cock. I'm better than your wife, aren't I? Aren't I? You think about me every day, don't you? You're jerking off right now and you're so close to cumming