Break Time Refreshment

Me waiting tables
Putting up with the rush
You in the kitchen
Cooking your ass off
Both hot and sweaty
Taking our break at the same time
Finding ourselves in the walk-in freezer
Tying the door shut with my apron
Pulling up my skirt and down my thongs
Bending over
You slide your cock out of your commando pants
Into my slit
Turning over trays of food
moans getting louder
The manager pulling and knocking on the door
That's when you pull out and make a slushy on the floor
We both pass out
Until our break is over
We straighten our clothes
And back to work we both go