"Come on, I'll take you home." He laughs, laying his drunken body on the passenger seat.

Wrapping your hands around his neck, you plead. "Touch me, please."

He gently removes his arms. "We're not doing that today. Sorry love."

"Why not?" You whimper.

He leans down, kissing her cheek. "Because when we're doing this, I want you to remember how hot your body was while I pushed you to the limit."