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Click hereI think I'll be your stripper tonight,
So I come to you looking just right
In white blouse, short skirt and knee length boots
I am anxious to see if the outfit suits
My make-up prepared so carefully
Long hair piled up, my face to see
With some new underwear of finest black lace
I just can't wait to see your face
My knock is answered – you stop and stare
At the sensual image standing there
You usher me into your home at speed
No need for talk, your thaughts I read
In your front room you sit at ease
I start to dance, I want to please
As my body moves, to the music I sway
Now over my body my hands do play
A strip is what I have in mind
I dance and then blouse buttons find
When they're undone, it drops onto the floor
Your eyes tell me you want some more
The skirt is next and then my bra
I'm hearing the music as from afar
As I dance to the beat I'm so in the groove
How the rhythm makes my body move
Approaching you I shake my breasts
And with my fingers my nipples caress
But you must not touch yet and I move away
Not allowing you to have your way
My thong to dissappear is next
Now naked you enjoy my sex
Left in suspenders, stockings and black leather boots
Your crutch shows that you want to shoot
I aim for a chair and take a seat
Upon the arms I place my feet
With my legs splayed out wide you enjoy that place
Between my legs, that loving space
My fingers probe, my juices flow,
Your smile tells me you like the show
Then taking my best friend, until now hidden
For this private strip nothing's forbidden
Into my sex I push the vibe
Until it's buried way deep inside
Then using my fingers to stimulate my clit
I feel that now my fire is lit
As in and out I pump my friend
Sensations, yearnings, it does send
Your face is a picture, my hand is a blur
I see how your hardness begins to stir
You'll now tell me just what you need
My play is over, I've sown the seed
For you now, I'll do anything you may ask,
To fulfill your fantasy is my task . . .