Her legs constricted about him as she tossed her head back and her breasts came forward into his movement with the brass knuckles. She gasped several times as she looked up towards the stars, moans soaring upwards. As he spoke, her hands moved from his jacket to her pants. She had dashed them there to unfasten them in efforts to cool down. The top of her mound becoming visible now as she lean against the wall. It glistened slightly from how her wetness had spread within the jeans.<br/><br/>"I... fucking... loved.. when you hit him." She stated, trying to steady her breathing as she didn't want to get too excited too fast and chance wearing herself out. She bit her lip and tossed her cheek against the wall. Her body rising and falling against the wall as her breasts plead for more attention. She made note that she would have to punish herself later for saying such a thing. She shouldn't have loved it. It was wrong. She could be arrested for helping a criminal. For now though, she felt like having her<em>own</em>celebration much like the stylings of her father. She never thought she would ever to be able to enjoy anything physical, but this was starting to force her into a change of heart.