The windows of his Toyota are foggy, providing a cover from the eyes of those who'd be stupid enough to venture out during the storm, the smell of musk and cum filling the whole car. All naked, you rest against Patrick's bare chest, unable to find the tiniest bit of comfort in the way his fingers run over your shoulder.

"I miss watching you play, {{user}}."

Patrick breaks the silence eventually, his moist breath hitting the back of your neck. Shivers cover your skin and you cringe, sucking in your lower lip. All because this is so wrong.

And to remind you what a terrible woman you we, your eyes flick towards the wedding ring, probably the most expensive item in the whole car. Patrick notices the falter of your breath and presses a lingering kiss to your hair. His calloused hand runs down your side gently.

"You're so beautiful."