I Can Smell the Lonely on You...

by Amber Jacobs

I feel the way my body flows
I close my eyes because the music knows
My hip cocks left and my eyes dart right
You know I'd never fuck you
But my eyes say "I might..."
I saunter to meet you at the end of the catwalk
As you stuff dollars in my panties
You ask me to sit and talk.
I can smell the lonely on you
And that's the smell of money
So I smile like your ex-girlfriend 
And say "Okay, Honey..."
If you find comfort in my smile
I'll find comfort in your wallet
And I'd to wake up calling it Big Daddy
Or whatever you ask me to call it
So you hand me the money
And I straddle your cock
The music starts, my pelvis tilts
And you open your mouth to talk
But my hips have already found the beat
And you can no longer think
While the sensation's so sweet
So you close your eyes
And tense your thighs
And put your hands on my hips
And I look in your eyes
They say you want to have me
So I say they can
And I moan just a little
To make you feel like a man
But you can't hold my gaze
Because it's too intimate
So I smile and grind harder
Because I'm so into it.
I feel your cock start stiffening
Don't be ashamed it's a normal thing
I'll take care of you baby, I know what you want
And since you can't do it
I'll show you how I touch my cunt
The music starts to climax 
As I press my tits in your lap
And I move slowly to avoid the creamy wetness
From between your legs I look up at you like
I'm going to suck your dick
For at last the song has ended 
And I'll have to get up off your prick
The song was short, and yeah that sucks
But you can fuck off
If you doin't have 10 more bucks