Not tonight, I'm tired.
No, you're not. You are pissed at me.
No, really, if I was pissed I would still have sex. I am just actually tired. I'm pretty sure my hoo-ha is broken. You have officially broken my hoo-ha, Louie. It was fun while it lasted but now it is broken. Hope you enjoyed it while you had me in one piece.
But you are still a little pissed, right?
Just a very little but I still want you. I can't help it. I look at you - or think of you when I'm not near - and I go a little slack-jawed. It's not attractive but it's very powerful.
I think it's attractive, Sara.
Well, thanks. Now shush and let me sleep, you jerk.
Hey! Why am I a jerk? I mean, why do YOU think I'm a jerk?
Stop smiling like that - you are distracting me from my sleep. How about a handjob? Would that get you off me and let me go to sleep? For the record, you are a jerk because you call me on everything. I need it - and I do the same for you - but it's a very weird relationship we are having, right? Stop that with your hands. I can't concentrate on being mad when you put those there.
I thought you said you were broken. You feel very very whole to me. Maybe I should check it out with a few more fingers...but wait, did you say handjob? That would make my dick feel very loved.
If you dare to stop what you are doing I promise I will forget your name and number and everything related to you...we'll get back to you in a sec. God, what are you doing to me? Why don't you listen to me when I tell you to stop?