The move of her hips added to the memory of what he had seen when she bent over to make her notes. He watched her as she walked to the chair. She move... to the side, and as she bent over, he was sure her breasts were going to pop out of her blouse. They hung so majestically and he was disappointed when she stood up. They seemed to settle back where they originally were. She brought the bottle back to him, unscrewed the top and slowly handed it to him. It seemed everything she did was seductive.. ..and that dragged on..the longer it went the more everyone drank...I was stone sober. What seemed like forever was now over. I jumped in my car and headed to "our" spot.. It's a dead end road just off the highway. Nice and quiet. I arrive...but shes not there...I get a message that she will be there in a minute. I light a smoke waiting for her. She arrives...I say hi...a quick kiss and tell her to close her eyes. I gave her a small gift for her desk at work to remind her of me. A Funko Pop of. I got lost in that memory for a while.God but she looked scared that night. HAHA. Her eyes got to be about the size of silver dollars and her nails dug trenches in my pecs. That was the only time I felt her really fighting back against me. I was pulling her down with all my strength and she was fighting back.She was actually pounding on my chest, while I was pulling down on her hips so hard that she had bruises for a week. I didn't really care back then. I was hot and needed to fuck her ass! It. Using her hand as a buffer for the base made things go a lot easier. She started falling into a rhythm: up, down, up, down, rubbing her tongue along the underside. She noticed that if she speared her tongue as she came to his tip he would writhe more.She decided to try experimenting on her own and began to vary the speed. She would go slow and then pick up speed, bobbing up and down a few quick times, before slowing down once more. Hunter’s moans would escalate when she would speed up, but then.