Dressed in a strong morale of immorality,
She was standing at the reception.
Apparently as a waitress,
But she was not.
She actually posed it for his attention.
Her figure-eight shape,
That could even make a gentlemqn stand starry in public,
Yawning and salivating in his eyes,
While his spittle turns alcoholic.
To avoid a third temptation,
He cut curtsy,
Asked for her name and number.
She gives him with many smiles,
With a sweet voice of a million tonic.
And with the way she stirred her lips,
Tantalizingly skippd her hips,
Together with her caculative catwalks,
He found himself in a sweet fantasy,
Romancing her armoring sight.
His rythm was about to cum,
When he grabbed her sexy thigh,
Unlocked her bra and white under-tie,
That from the clits one could see the reddish wet inside.
But just as he trod in,
He hit a brick wall and fell,
Though he did not die
He caught a terminal.