It's late into the night
She's waiting for him to come
She frets he better come soon
Her special dinners almost done.

She wears a new dress tonight
One made by the best designer
She bought for him this night
It looked so good on her.

The tables all set for dinner
A quiet one for just them two
If he doesn't come soon
She knows not what she'll do.

She's worried and concerned
He's never been this late
Checking her watch one more time
Already its quarter past eight.

He opens the door and enters
Grabbing her up into his arms
Carrying her to the dining area
But she still shows no alarm.

He clears off the dishes
And slams her to the table
Ripping off her new dress
He cares not whose the label.

Unzipping his trousers
And taking out his cock
Moving her panties aside
He slams into her dock.

Pulling at her hips so hard
He keeps pounding her crotch
He is on a mission this night
There be no sex on the couch.

She begins to sigh and moan
His thrust are hitting her womb
She's about to cum on the table
She's will orgasm and real soon.

One more thrust into her he takes
She can't hold on any longer
She screams his name aloud
As he plants his seed inside her.

Withdrawing and stepping back
On the table she still sits
Pulling her up to him firmly
To her lips he gives a deep kiss.

Then sweeping her off her feet
Into the bedroom out of sight
I'm sorry my dear he says to her
But you'll be my dinner tonight.