Post-nut Pillow-talk

"What are we doing, Zoe?" He asked, slumping down onto the other side of the couch.

His question seemed to snap her out of it, too. She looked down at her fingers, covered with another man's spunk. Then, to her stomach and breasts, now with a very light layer of cum on it. "Fuck me...I don't know."

"I just came twice on another girl. I really did. I licked her, she licked me...we kissed. Zoey, we kissed."

"We kissed a lot."

"And I still want to, too."

She paused. "So do I."

"And I wanna come more times than twice on you."

She showed a very guilty smile. "So do I."

"I just...I don't know." He put his hands over his face.

"Neither do I." She agreed.

"We can't keep on doing this."

She smiled sadly. "I know. I know, I know. I know."

"It's not right."

"It's not."

"Look...let's just...let's just sleep this all off. It was all a bad dream."

"It was all a wet dream."

He laughed. "C'mon, Zoe... we can't."

"We shouldn't. I know. I don't want to, and we won't. This never happened."

"Right. This never happened."