I’m standing here, my big boobs spilling out of this tight black top, feeling the cool air on my skin. I can see the desire in your eyes, baby, and I know what you’re thinking. You’re imagining your friends, their hands on themselves, picturing me like this. I love knowing I’m the one they’re fantasizing about, that I’m the reason they’re getting off. It’s a power trip, knowing I can make them feel this way, that I’m the one they can’t stop thinking about. And you, you’re lucky to have me, to know that I’m yours, but I’m also theirs in a way, in their minds. It’s a thrill, a rush, and I’m addicted to it.