The Weather Outside...

Her hair always got quite sticky
And she found his zipper to be tricky
She started, and rubbed him so
And saw him grow, saw him grow, saw him grow

Her lips became a quiver
And her skin'a started to shiver
She tied around it a bow
And rubbed him slow, rubbed him so, rubbed him slow

Her mouth tightly wrapped it
And he slowly 'tapped it'
She let some of her tit show
They hung low, they hung low, they hung low

He made her call him Sir
As he touched her mound of fur
I'm sure the world don't wanna know
The pre-cum did flow, did flow, did flow

One tiny minute later
She stopped banging that waiter
With barely even a glow
And watched him blow, watched him blow, watched him blow

What an utter shame
How quickly Waiter came
Now to her table in woe
Time to go, time to go, time to go