I want to take you out for a meal at your favourite restaurant. Your hair plaited, draped over your shoulder. Staring into my eyes watching my reaction as you tease my cock under the table with your foot. My face trying not to give you what you want. Once we were done we would get a taxi home. My hand resting on your thigh as we sit on the back seat, slowly travelling up your leg. We arrive at my place and you practically sprint inside. I follow you in, stalking you like my prey. Aching with lust.
You kick off your shoes and turn to look at me once inside. Your eyes burning with passion. I take your hand and lead you to the bed room. Once there I sit on the bed and be on you closer. As you step towards me I pull you over my knee. You gasp involuntarily as I do. I reach between us and unbutton your jeans before sliding them over your perfect arse, down to your knees. SMACK! I spank you. The red hand print already developing on your soft white skin.