Katelyn had heard about a time when men and women would have conversations without the man’s cock pounding into the woman’s stretched asshole. She didn’t understand how that could possibly have worked.

How would she know that the man was paying attention, if he didn’t have her ass stretched around his cock? How could he put up with her chatter, unless she was servicing his cock? None of it made sense to her.

The guy who had walked over to her table and started a conversation by slamming his cock up her barely lubed asshole, the common standard, agreed with her.

She sure hoped he’d give her his number, whatever his name was. He was cute!