I watched her walk away and banged the seat angrily. My cheek still stung from the vicious slap that she had given me. The car still smelled like her and the windows were still slightly foggy for the breathing.

I held my head in my hands and all I could think about was the sublime night we had. My thigh was still sticky with our juices.

Fuck! I could still feel how tight and warm she was. I could still feel the way her pussy gripped my cock. Her moans still rang in my ears.

She was lying. I knew she was lying. She felt something. She felt us bonding...