Katrina made her way over to the passenger seat Pete was reclining in. She straddled his legs staring at the pulsating penis he kept on stroking. She turned around and grabbed her purse from the dash to retrieve a condom from her wallet.
“What?” Pete asked with a startled enthusiasm. “You wanna do it, you wanna fuck, baby?” Katrina didn’t respond right away. She took the condom out of the wrapper and answered, “Sorry, Sugar, I just don’t want you leaving a mess in my mom’s car. And besides, I want our first time to be making love and not fucking,” she said frankly.