Her wish list

Dave touched her wet hole with his tongue and did the deed. "Whoo," she sang from below and began to wiggle her waist with his tongue and mouth performing their duties.

Eventually, easing her urge was over and she went to sit on the passenger seat. His whole car smelled of what they had just done and the atmosphere was still tense so he opened the door to get more fresh air and think more.

Why did he enjoy doing wicked things to her earlier? Why didn't even think about her getting hurt? He suddenly started to think he was a bad person.

"Dave!" He heard his name and turned to look into his car. She took his hand and pulled him in. "I'm all dressed up," she smiled.

"That's my shirt you are wearing," said the confused man.

"I know and... thank you for tonight," she said hesitantly. "It was bad and I was too... Let's just forget about it. Drive me home and go get some good sleep."