[There's at least ten different ideas that pop into her head at once. They all make her blush, but she's pretty sure she's nice and flushed from all his attention. It renders her unable to do anything or say anything at first, and she just laughs at herself as she works his belt and jeans open.]

I want you to fuck my mouth, baby.

[The kiss she gives him is all teeth, sharp and ending with a nip to his lip.]

Then I want you to make me wait until later to get to come.

[There's just something about choosing to be used by him in a dirty bathroom that really gets her going. She'll potentially examine that later, but she likes to think it's because she's giving him power and control over her and knows he'll never abuse it. It's a safe form of loss of control, and that's really hot to her.

The only thing better than asking for it is begging, and so she leans in with her mouth to his ear to plead with him.]

You'll let me do that for you, won't you? Please?