“Shh! Less talking. More destroying my ass!” Sabrina said.

The guy she’d brought home was a real chatter-box. Sure, he was hot, hung, and easy, but it was hard to really get into things when he wouldn’t stop talking.

“You’re so pretty. You’re really smart. You’re ass is really tight. Can we go on a date after this? Blah. Blah. Blargh!”

It was enough to make her want to puke. She just wanted a normal night in with a guy fucking her ass into oblivion while he called her a skank or whore! Was that too much to ask?