You make it obvious what you want

When you heard a knock on your door a couple of weeks later, you were already pretty sure it was Carrie.

So when you saw her on the other side of it and standing on your front porch in a tight black shirt and an even tighter pair of black leather pants, you weren't the least bit surprised.

And you also weren't going to waste any time making small talk with her when the one thing you had always wanted, which was to have her flat on her back with you on top of her and your dick fucking her pussy until you left a few loads inside of her, was now more possible than it ever had been or would be again.

"Carrie! Glad you could make it. And you sure do look sexy," you told her as you invited her in, your eyes following her tight ass as you walked behind her into your living room.

"So, where do we begin John? I've never really done one of these contests before, since my fans are usually awesome to me, but I thought I would take a chance on you," she tells you, starting to grow noticeably uneasy at the way you are checking her out.

And that's when your lust for her overrode the part of your brain that is supposed to help you make sensible decisions.

"Come on Carrie...I am a man, and you are the sexy country slut who is the object of all of my sexual fantasies. If you want my vote as much as you seem to, you should already know what I want," you whisper in her ear as you lean in for a kiss, feeling her turn away at the last minute.