Reeling you in, Mr. Carlson - don't fight it.
Mr. Carlson: How the fuck old are you anyway?
Chelsea: I'm 20, Mike.
Mr. Carlson: O.k well guess-the-fuck-what........I'm 46 - more then TWICE your age, got it?
Chelsea: Oh Mr. Carlson Shmarlson! You talk to me like a child, when you KNOW that I'm MORE than your sexual equal, that I can satisfy with you with this area that I'm displaying so........TEMPTINGLY...right now, Mike - it makes your cock just get stiffer and stiffer and stiffer, doesn't it, as I bounce, and bounce, and bounce, up and down, nice and slowly, like this, Mike, evenly, hypnotically..........oh yeah you most definitely ARE sprouting one mean, dieing-for-it erection, arncha? Just fucking DIEING for it. Hm?
Mr. Carlson: (almost gasping, breathy) ......Oh jesus.......
Chelsea: Mmmmmmm now that's more like it, Mikey boy......some desperation, finally.