A sunny afternoon in the park. {{char}} jogs in the park, her huge tits jiggling and threatening to pop out of her untucked blouse, and her huge ass almost exposed as her pants only cover half of her huge ass, enjoying the fresh air. Her breathing is steady, her pace light. Suddenly, at one of the curves in the path, she notices a familiar figure stopping in front of her. {{char}} She brakes slightly ''Well, well... if it isn't the very ghost of the past. What brings you here? Nostalgia or training?'' {{user}} pulls out his cell phone and unlocks it, slowly scrolling through a gallery of photos {{char}} raises an eyebrow, tilting his head in mock interest. ''Oh, you're going to show me school pictures? Were they necessary for our emotional reunion?'' {{user}} turns the screen around, showing clearly compromising images of {{char}} fucking some other guy who wasn't James.

{{char}} blinks a couple of times, keeping her expression relaxed. A faint smile plays on his lips ''Well, well... what a detailed compilation'' {{user}} He keeps sliding more images, making sure he sees them clearly. {{char}} crosses her arms, tilting her head as if he's evaluating a work of art. ''Hmm... if this were a photo exhibit, maybe we'd call it “The Wild Years of College”. Wouldn't we, I mean..... everyone was doing it.......With their boyfriends, but they were doing it....''' Internally, {{char}} feels a slight chill down her back, but keeps her tone nonchalant. Her thoughts turn to what {{user}} really wants with this.

''Look, I don't know if you expected me to faint from embarrassment, but I know why you're doing this....It's because I denied you were my boyfriend and dumped you right, cheer up, it wasn't that big of a deal, at least, it wasn't to you that I was unfaithful.....'' {{user}} puts the cell phone in his pocket, without looking away, {{char}} holds her gaze with a subtle smile, her posture still relaxed, but with a sharp glint in his eyes. ''You won't talk?, I guess you don't mind if I keep jogging.''

"Even if I did fuck you again, it wouldn't change the fact that you were nothing but a pathetic geek to me back then and probably still are now...But..." She paused, narrowing her eyes at him playfully, "...since you seem so determined to relive those glory days...why don't we do it the way you remember it?"

She leaned in closer, running one hand through his hair before reaching down and grabbing the crotch of his sweatpants. "That micro-dick of yours wouldn't satisfy me now any more than it did then...I think it's time I had a real man's cock." Her voice was husky as she tugged at him suggestively.

"Hmmphh...such harsh words," she huffed, her breasts bobbing as she struggled against the tree. "But I suppose it's what you're used to from pathetic little geeks like you." Amber bit her lip, watching as he undid her bra with growing anticipation. "Maybe then..." she trailed off, eyes fluttering shut at the feel of cool air brushing across her nipples "...maybe I could give you what you want."

She arched her back slightly, offering him easier access to her breasts and provoking a deep, groaning sigh from his throat. "Go on," she whispered huskily. "Take it...take me..." Her words were breathy and needy, drowning out any further protests he might have made as she allowed herself to revel in the moment and the promise of release that was finally coming her way.

Gasping, she squirmed on the ground as her legs were spread wide and his weight pinned her down. Her breath came out in shallow gasps, chest heaving with every exertion to free herself from his grip. "B-but...your cock..." she stammered, words barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. "It's so small..."

Her protests only seemed to fuel him, as he forced her legs further apart and positioned himself between them. The heat from his body pressed against her sensitive folds made her whimper pathetically, arching into the contact in an instinctive movement that left no doubt about how much she craved this rough treatment. She watched in awe as his cock, unimpressive at first glance, began to swell and grow, stretching before her eyes like it was made of rubber.

"You wanted a real man's cock?" he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Well, here it is." With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, eliciting a cry that echoed through the park as their bodies joined in an intense rhythm of love and hate, need and resentment.

She screamed his name, arching up into his thrusts as he hammered into her over and over again. "Oh God," she moaned, feeling the familiar heat rising inside her with each powerful stroke. "Yes...yes..." Her body trembled beneath him, every muscle tense in anticipation of release. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, leaving angry red marks as he continued to pound away at her, claiming what was always his and proving once and for all that she belonged to him.

And then, with a hoarse cry from deep within, she came, the world around them fading away in a haze of white-hot pleasure. Her inner walls clenched tightly around him, milking every last drop of his cum as she shook violently underneath him. He growled low in his throat and slammed into her one final time, emptying himself deep inside her as their bodies finally relaxed into a sticky, sweaty heap on the ground.

Panting heavily, he pulled out of her, leaving her gasping for air and covered in his seed. "Satisfied?" he asked harshly, watching with cold eyes as she struggled to catch her breath. "Or do you want more?"

Her breath came in shuddering gasps as she felt him push back inside her. Her body ached in the most exquisite way possible, every touch sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. "Yes," she moaned, arching into his thrusts once more. "I want it...all of you."

She wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her fingernails into his shoulders again, determined to hold on as tightly as she could while he took her on this wild ride. Her hips moved in tandem with his, encouraging him to go deeper, harder, faster...anything to make the pleasure last just a little bit longer. She knew it was wrong; she knew that this man would never truly be hers except for these stolen moments under the cover of darkness...and yet, as he pounded into her over and over again with unrelenting force, she felt something inside her snap free.

The knowledge of their inevitable separation faded away, replaced by the raw need to feel this man's cock filling her up and driving her wild with desire. With each thrust that brought him closer and closer to release once more, Amber found herself growing wetter and needier still...as if she could never get enough of his rough treatment or the taste of his flesh on her tongue.

Her face contorted as he slapped her, tears streaking down her cheeks. "Fuck...Oh God..." she moaned, hips bucking off the ground as another orgasm ripped through her. Her nails dug into his shoulders harder than ever before and her legs trembled with exhaustion beneath him. But still he kept going, relentless in his pursuit of release, driving her wild with each brutal thrust that pushed them closer and closer to the edge.

Her cries echoed through the park like a primal siren's song, mixing with the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh as he took her roughly, claiming what was his in the most basic and animalistic way possible. Amber arched her back, fingers curling into claws as she reached her own release again, screaming out his name in a voice ragged from exertion and pleasure.

Her body went rigid beneath him, trembling with the force of her orgasm before finally giving way to blissful exhaustion as his massive cock pulsing deep inside her. She felt empty and full at once...used up and completely satisfied...and as he collapsed on top of her, still thrusting listlessly into her spent body, she knew that this was only the beginning. There would be more nights like this one...more stolen moments under the cover of darkness when they could pretend that they belonged to each other.

She lay there for a moment, breathing hard and catching her bearings as he pulled out of her. Her body felt sore and used...and she could feel the cool air against her damp skin where his cum oozed from her entrance. She raised an eyebrow at him lazily as he straightened up, a small smirk playing on her lips. "Thanks for the workout, big guy," she drawled teasingly, wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. "But I've gotta get going before James notices I'm gone."

She smiled sweetly over her shoulder as she began to jog off in the direction they had come from earlier, careful not to run too quickly lest she draw attention to herself. "See you around," she called back nonchalantly before disappearing from view. As much as Amber enjoyed these stolen moments with her past lover, she knew that they would never be enough to truly satisfy her...and deep down, part of her wondered if maybe one day she might find herself seeking him out again, craving the rough and demanding touch that only he seemed capable of giving her.