Tell her

"Well, Sarah," you take a sip at your wine. "First, I plan on pushing you up against the wall and french-kissing those sweet red lips of yours."

"Aha." Sarah leans forward and rests her chin on her knuckle, looking in your eyes and listening with interest.

"Then I will violently rip your blouse open,"

"Oh!" Sarah's eyes widen in surprise and a smile touches her lips.

"I will push your bra over your big tits and get my hands on them real good. I will suck your nipples until there is a wet spot on your jeans. Then I will take them off and lay you on that couch in the corner. You will open your legs for me and I will plow you until you're screaming my name on the top of your lungs orgasming."

"Oh, you're very straightforward about what you want, John."

"I am." you smile, "And I'm used to getting what I want." you keep a short pause "So, Sarah, what do you say?"