If you always want to play with your phone,
Then please wait until 'till you're alone.
'Cause the large donation that you took,
Was not meant as payment for you to look,
At your phone and the many texts.
I'm here to enjoy some wonderful fucking,
With some foreplay and some BB sucking.
As we agreed, you offered one hour of this,
That would produce joy and fantastic bliss.
But your phone constantly ringing is killing all this.
We shared some snacks and a bottle of wine,
And your scantly dressed body looked so fine.
We enjoyed some kissing before the duo shower,
Where junior started to exhibit his real power.
Then you ripped open the curtain to answer your phone.
So here was standing a pissed off, soaking wet man
Watching you texting while you're now sitting on the can.
Not a single glance towards me, not even a smile,
And your body language saying this will take a while.
It's hard to stay hard when you're competing with a phone.
So I went to the bedroom, started putting on my pants
When she entered the room, wildly waving her hands.
"Don't leave" she said, things are going to start to rock,
As she kneels in front of me and starts sucking my cock.
But within 30 seconds that fucken phone rang again.
She answered the phone and stopped playing with my dick,
"Phone later" I yelled, "I paid money for her to suck my prick".
I was so pissed off, I quickly got dressed to leave the room,
When she told me she's in trouble, and I should leave soon.
Turns out it was her parole officer that heard me yell into the phone.