"Don't you want to ask me anything?"

"I've been doing all the asking, and you've been doing all the talking," You say. "You must want to ask me something."

Bethany lowers her head almost shyly. The way she shuffles between exuding confidence, kinkiness, and shyness is amazing to you, and is a wild turn on. "Do you want to fuck me?" She asks.

It's so amazing and filthy hearing her say it. "Do you need to be fucked?" you teasingly respond.

She scoffs a bit. "You don't ever have to wonder that. I always, always need to be fucked." It seems to you like Bethany's usual sweet demeanor has transformed into complete and total unapologetic horniness. She rocks back and forth in her seat, as if she has an impossible itch below her waist. "Every second of every day I need to be fucked, or licked, or fisted, slapped, smacked, spit on, hair pulled and told again and again and again what a filthy slut I am for needing it all the time."

You just listen and nod and smile. "Yes. I want to fuck you." You say, feeling like you're in some bizarre unreality. You just told Bethany that you want to fuck her.

"Okay." She smirks again. "Follow up question. Do you want to go to my place or do you want to fuck here?"