She wants to fuck you in the filthiest ways, her little cherry-print dress pushed up over her ass. She wants you to stick your fingers everywhere, to lick her like ice cream…melting, quick with full tongue, as she drips down your hand and forearm. In the alley a few streets away from the bouncing club, she leads you into the shadowy safety of dark, pulls you into her hard, puts her hand directly between your legs, lifts you boldly, and you stiffen. She slides her skirt above her hips, exposing a sex so hungry it almost speaks the words “fuck me” itself. Where her thighs meet, heat pulses, breath falling…