“Can I buy you a drink and let you fuck my ass?” she asks.

“Sure! Man, I remember when bars were full of men buying drinks for women trying to charm the pants off them just for the chance that they might let us fuck them. Things sure have changed in the last twenty years,” you say.

“That just sounds so stupid. Why should a man have to go through all that trouble just to fuck some woman? We’re here for men to use, after all. I’m just glad you guys can walk up and fuck the hell out of us anytime you like now,” she says.

“You’re right, it’s way better this way.”

“I know, right? A beer for him and a shot of whiskey for me,” she tells the bartender as you slide your rigid cock into her tight asshole.