You head to the hospital

We clean ourselves off in the hotel bathroom, wiping away the evidence of what just happened. Mrs. Morgan's hands tremble as she fixes her hair and straightens her dress. Neither of us speaks as we head to the car. The silence stretches between us, thick with everything we just did and everything we both know we want to do again.

The drive to the hospital is charged. I keep my eyes on the road but I can feel her looking at me. Her perfume fills the car, mixed with the lingering scent of sex. My cock twitches in my pants at the memory of her bent over that bed, confessing her sins while I fucked her.