Sabrina had walked up to him in the coffee shop, unzipped her skirt, pulled down her panties, and presented her ass to him.

He pulled her down onto his cock, letting her weight do most of the work of driving his cock up her tight ass and began working her soaking cunt while she fucked her ass up and down his thick cock.

Sabrina hoped he was pleased. If he enjoyed her asshole enough he might tell her his name or, if he felt like fucking her again sometime, he might even give her his number.

She wondered how dating had worked before the revolution. How could a man know whether or not he’d want a woman, if he hadn’t already fucked her a few times in public? None of the old ways made sense to her.

Sabrina was just glad she lived in a day and age when men could fuck any woman they wanted anytime.