Last call to dance, she took a chance,
The song they played was slow.
It’s normally a man for me,
But I watched her body flow.

Her muscled form is not my norm,
But something bout her smile,
Her manly arms, still girlish charms,
Just something 'bout her style.

Now feeling light, she pulled me tight,
With a force that says I’m yours.
I played the sprite for her delight,
In hopes I'm what she adores.

"My little waif, with me you’re safe,"
She whispered in my ear.
"I’m paidd to fight, but have no fright,
Tonight you’re mine, my dear."

Then tenderly she started kissing me
In the middle of the floor.
My moaning sighs, she had her prize,
And pulled me out the door.

The parking lot is where I got
A new erotic light.
A crowd was there, and all would stare,
And cheer us on all night.

She pulled off her belt, The dread I felt.
Then she slid out of her jeans.
Standing there, completely bare,
A body made in dreams.

Perfect breasts that suggest
A life spent in the gym.
Her cunt was bare, with waxing glare,
Her waist both firm and slim.

Onto her truck, where we would fuck,
She tossed me like a doll.
She gobbled me, so eagerly,
Amazed, I loved it all.

In front of the crowd, she howled loud
Each time she licked my cunt.
The crowd would cheer, as I got near,
In rhythm to my grunt.

With every lash, across my gash,
She'd drive two fingers deep.
My cunt abused, she lapped my juice,
As fast as it would weep.

Each finger thrust increased my lust,
Then she raised me by my bum.
With muscled ease, she spread my knees
And scissored as I cum.

Erupting loud, the cheering crowd
Began to count to three.
She ground me hard, with disregard,
And gushed all over me.