Her loser, Her lover: One Bold Step For Two, One Great Leap For Love

She slammed her locker shut with a mad huff. Today was officially the worst day of her life. Prom was a week away and she had no one else to take within city limits that could out top Possible's new boy toy Eric. To top things off Tara had started her former flam Brick. She didn't care since the jock was graduating soon and he was never really someone she had faith in, in terms of his long-term use. She couldn't even torture the loser since the princess had done that for her. The only peace she could find was in the fact that her friend Crystal was throwing a rager tonight.

Bonnie threw her book-bag over her shoulder and left carrying months worth of grief on her shoulders. There was nothing she could think of to win, and she needed to win. She basked in the glow of the lust she elicited from the lower members of their cast and fought the desire to smirk at their delusion filled faces.

Like they'd ever have the chance to touch me.

She drew satisfaction from the fantasies she crushed as she kept her pace bursting through the front doors, towards the parking-lot. A few steps away from her car she finally caught sight of one of her least favorite loser. As pathetic a usual. She thought to herself with a snicker. Deciding to have some fun, she clear her throat and walked towards her target.

"Hey loser, trouble in paradise?" She teased waiting for the response that was sure to come, or at least would have come if his spirit wasn't broken. Instead he looked back up at her with defeat in his eyes and death on his breathe. Like a beaten dog, there was no bite or bark left in him. In other words not worth her efforts, yet. The loser in question was non-other than one Ronald Dean Stoppable who was having trouble starting his moped.

"Leave me alone, Bonbon." He practically begged as he went back to trying to start the engine to his once reliable ride.

Twisted cogs began to turn in her head and a plan began to form. It might not be enough to rain on her rival's parade but she could at least dampen it. She smiled at her own brilliance.

"So, what are you doing tonight?" She asked with a glint in her eye. He huffed sensing some kind of plot forming but he just didn't care.

"Please, Bonnie. Leave me alone."

"Look, you seem down so I'm gonna help, consider it an act of charity on my part. There's a party tonight at our squad mate's place tonight, want to come?" She offered with mocking kindness. He just stared back at her with his hurt and pain on full display. It almost made her wince.

"Bonnie, I—"

"You look like dog shit, Mad Dog." She walked over to the moped moved his hands and with seemingly no effort started the vehicle. "Huh—" Confused and feeling like cold water had just slapped him in the face.

"You were flooding the engine, Idiot." She pulled out her phone and started to text, a moment later his phone buzzed. "Messing with you like this is boring, and Kim is off with her little fling. So go get yourself cleaned up and show up. Text me when you get there and I'll let Crystal know so they let you in. Maybe you'll get drunk and doing something funny. Later."

Bonnie stormed off somehow more upset than what she'd been when she first started the interaction, because in the end she wound up doing something nice. Once she got in her car Bonnie peeled out of the parking lot leaving a frazzled Ron and a curious student body.

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Location: Stoppable Home

Time: 8 P.M

POV: Third Person

"I'm an idiot."

He said aloud as he looked at himself in the mirror. He had a pair of blue denim jeans, a white tank top under a dark blue fitted button up with the top two buttons unfastened. On his feet were a pair of navy blue wingtip lace-up front dress shoes. All were things he bought during his short lived time as a millionaire, he couldn't even remember where he bought any of these items. His only reason for wearing any of this at all was that he'd neglected to do laundry in his depression.

"And I look like a tool." He looked over his shoulder at his best for assistance. To his surprise the mole rat had both of his thumbs up in approval. Next to the mole rat was a black leather belt and a bottle of green cologne. "Aww come on buddy, this is a party, a Bonnie party? She's probably gonna try to prank me or something else. I wish I could turn back time to when Bueno Nacho changed into some evil corporate monstrosity." He sighed heavy as his little buddy patted his shoulder. He knew his friend wanted him to do anything besides drowning his grief with Bueno Nacho and gave in to the request putting on the designer belt and hit himself with a few spritz of the cologne and called himself a cab. He may have had the majority of his royalties under-lock-and-key but he had a respectful nest-egg secured for himself precious few knew about, and by few he of course meant himself and Rufus.

In the cab Ron pondered if this was how life was going to be for the remainder of his life. Be it his parents, his best friend or others, they seemed to be moving forward and leaving him as an after thought. For once he wished he had something that was, that would be with him for him. He wanted and missed him Kim, but the words would always die straight away in his throat. He groaned and swallowed his sadness.

After half an hour's travel, the driver pulled into the parking lot belonging to a string of successful hotels known as the Tipton. From the number of youths outside the building it was clear that this was were some party was taking place. Just not what he expected. He pulled out his flip phone and called Bonnie's phone.

" Didn't I tell you to text? I don't want to be seen with you, looser."

Ron simply shrugged and waited for her to finish her rant.

"Well you said the party was at Crystal place, but this is a giant hotel so I—"

"No shit genius. Crystal's sister got us a couple rooms and party favors. Only freshman and sophomores do house parties. If we even tried to do this anywhere else the cops would be everywhere. J-just tell me where you are so I can find you."

"Umm, in the parking-lot, near the front entrance. I guess?"

He heard an audible sigh on the other end of the phone before she hung up. Ron walked towards and entrance and waited. He told himself that if he didn't see her after 15 minutes he would leave. Eight minutes later Bonnie managed to find him. For a moment Bonnie froze, taking in his appearance and raised a brow. He looked like-less of a loser. Clad in toe in designer clothing with a look of being "over-it", if he had embraced the look sooner he may have been in the lower middle level on the food chain. His muscles, or what little he had even popped up a bit.

"Yo, Loser. Follow me and give me six-feet. I'm gonna show you the lay of the land, then I want you out of my sight. There are college guys here and one of us is getting laid tonight. Not you, but one of us."

Ron lifted his head and took in what she said. He was used to seeing her in her cheerleader uniform but what she was wearing caused a minor reaction. She wore a purple leather crop-top high neckline, lace-up details in the front, and a back zip closure. She wore a pair of matching bikini-bottoms underneath a pair of lace up black booty shorts made of cotton and a pair black lace stiletto pumps.

"Fine, but if this is a trap I'm leaving."

"Please, grow the hell up already. Like I'd ruin a good thing and let you see me outside of school if this was a prank? Now get up and move your ass. You're killing my buzz."

Ron followed her around the hotel like a child being lead by an annoyed parent. The party was insane, the first and second were packed with youths, high-school and college students. At least four or five rooms with beer kegs, Foosball, or partying of some sort. In the parking-lot there seemed to be stoners getting stoned, while blasting music. The third floor had been turned into a makeshift club with people dancing in the halls, and the forth was one of pure luxury. Only two of the rooms belonged to themselves and only those who were high enough on the food chain were allowed. There was apparently an Olympic sized heated pool and Jacuzzis available with champagne. Not that Ron would ever see it.

Eventually she ditched him on the second floor and after stumbling around found a group of like minded people, a table of nerds playing "Magic The Unification". For once he thought he found a group of people too cool to hand out with but as luck would have it, this would be the start to the first amount of fun he'd experience in a long time.

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Location: Tipton Hotel

Time: 11:00 P.M

POV: Bonnie Rockwaller

Tonight I felt alive, no Kim to upstage, no sad Tara worrying about the loser and my tongue deep down the throat of a D-1 college freshman. He had everything I needed to forget my sorrows for tonight. He pulled away with a smirk on his face. He was too delicious. We were grinding on one another in some sort of techno dancing area, it wasn't my scene

"Hey, you ever done Molly?"

I whispered coyly in his ear. I could feel his manhood harden as he pressed against me. He chuckled to himself.

"Wow, girl, you're crazy. But I mean if it gets me closer to you I'm down for it."

I took his hand and we cut through the crowd until we were at the elevators.

"Where are we going?"

He asked in a whisper.

"Someplace more private."

Before I could even press the button the double doors open and the two of us were pushed by bodies into the wrong elevator. My date held onto me with his big hands, cupping my ass and kissed me. I caressed his cheek before reaching into my bag and pulled out two purple-puppy shaped pills. I swallowed one and put the other one my tongue.

Come and get it

He leaned down and kissed me. His tongue roughly tasted mine as it scooped the pill from me.

Perfect

I melted in his arms and all of the problems were starting to fade into a distant memory.

Ding*

"KICK HIS ASS!"

The chime of the elevators and the sound of violence spoiled the mood. My date let me go, and rushed out of the elevator towards whatever was happening. I grabbed onto the back of his shirt so I wouldn't loss track of him. To my shock and anger, was non-other than the "Loser" in a fight with seven guys with four others on the ground out cold.

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

I cursed hating the loser even more than I already did.

"BRING IT!"

He roared back at his opponents with a smile and blood in his mouth. He had a cut lower-lip, a broken and bleeding and torn shirt.

"FUCK YOU BITCH!"

The guy at the front shot back charging at the loser. The guy was big, maybe 340ibs give or take with thick legs, and a gut to match. He was a smaller Big Mike but not by too much. The giant charged at Stoppable who hadn't stopped grinning.

SLAM*

Stoppable was lifted off his feet and slammed into the wall, the hotel wall caved leaving a hole the size of the loser's back. A glob of blood shot from his mouth and looser closed his eyes. The tank tried to pull back and straighten himself out, but grunted like he was stuck. The loser's eyes snapped back open and an insane smile spread across his face. He locked the tank in place some how.

"RAAAGGGHHHH!"

"Holt shit, bro! That guy's fuckin' mental!"

Some random shouted out as the tank was slowly lifted off his feet and until they dangled. I didn't know as much about Kung fu or whatever but I did recognize the technique.

Hmm a standing guillotine choke not bad

"He's choking out Lil' Ant, help me out!"

Called some guy in a Go City Titans jersey. He was pretty big too but in a much different body type. He was a fit Adonis, with muscles on his and pretty tall to boot. He had a great tan, but other than that I couldn't see any other features from where I we were.

SMASH*

The jock and one of his team mates began wailing on the loser. Sprays of blood got on the two jocks as they pummeled the loser's face, to get him to let go of their friend.

Crash*

I clicked my tongue shaking my head and looked down thinking of ways to salvage

"Loser should really understand the pecking order."

POP*

"AGHHHH!"

I snapped at full attention. The Loser, Ron had the Adonis in an arm bar and had bent to the limb at the shoulder, it looked like it could be broken.

"Nope, dislocated."

I said aloud. Two of the jocks had rushed over and started stomping down on the Loser, he managed to catch one of the legs from his prone position from the floor and kick the other leg from underneath his attacker. The jock fell down but in that time three more teammates started stomping down on the loser. When I saw him curl up into a ball I knew it was over.

"STOP RIGHT THERE YOU MISCREANTS!"

An older bald man guy shouted pointing his flashlight at them. Behind him were 4 cops. He was dressed in a hotel uniform so he probably worked here. My blood started boiling as the night was over. My date turned back to me and reached into his mouth, before flicking a pill into my bad.

"Sorry, I would have partied with you but I can't fail a drug test. Sorry."

He whispered, while trying to slink away from me. My vision turned red and shook with rage, I was gonna ruin the Loser's life for this. The jocks raised their hands and surrendered. They were cuffed and waited for the cops to figure out what to do with the unconsciousness jack-asses on the floor.

"Are you okay, Young man."

The older Loser asked placing a hand on Stoppable's shoulder. Stoppable raised a thumb and grinned.

"Esteban, got get this man an ice pack. It look like we'll have to get an ambulance here. Thank you, son. My wife won't have to cry too hard because of you, sigh I only wish things hadn't so far."

I had no idea what was going on but I kicked myself, it should have been obvious that this was going to happen at point, Kim and little loser were magnets for weird.

"And ruining my night…."

I seethed glaring down at him.

"Say, Young Lady. Do you know this man? It'd put my mind at ease if I knew he had a friend to take care of him."

He asked looking directly at me, I was so distracted that I didn't notice that everyone not fighting had already bailed. Take a breath, Bonnie, we'll ruin him later.

"Yeah, I know him."

"Good, I was hoping you could help us get in touch with parents or—"

"Don't waste your time they aren't home. Anniversary of their second honeymoon, they won't be back for another week or month."

Stoppable stood up and I got a good look at him.

Holy fuck, they nearly killed you, Stoppable.

Both of his eyes were swollen, his nose was broken, and his looked like it was pulverized. He had a small smile on his face.

"I take care of myself, someone has too."

"Young man, I simply cannot allow you to leave like this, you're in a serious amount of physical traumatic damage—"

"I'll make sure he gets home safe. He's too stupid to listen to reason unless you take charge of him."

The old man sighed dejected but was not out of steam it.

"Young Man, you need to go to the hospital. If something happened to you I'd never forgive myself."

"Sir, it's fine, this is nothing compared to stuff that usually happens to me. It's all good."

He slurred, in between steps falling back against the wall and grabbing his head.

"Please don't be too hard on them, sir. I don't think the other's knew what their friend was up to, they just wanted to help their friend. I don't want to press any charges or ruin the night. Everyone else just wanted to have a good time, I don't want my friend to get in trouble because of me."

The jocks who were still conscious looked at him surprised they'd been forgiven so quick. I marched over to him and grabbed his arm.

"I can take him from here, I'll make sure he gets help."

The old looked at me with a worried face.

"Young Lady, if you care for friend you have to let us make sure help him. I can give you a suit on the 12th floor and I'll allow this party continue, as long as you let the paramedics to check on him and make sure his life isn't in danger."

My eyes shot open wide.

"B-but, you only have eight here?"

"That's what we tell the normal crowd, but for you two. I can make an exception if you'll follow me."

"Fine, we'll accept your generosity. Come with me, Ronnie." I said so sweet it nearly made me gag. Stoppable leaned against me, but for once I didn't mind given the situation. The jocks looked at us with so much envy it was worth it. I gave him a kiss on the cheek, laughing to myself when they looked down sad. " Awww poor, losers. They look like they're about to cry." The older man walked us to an elevator and held it until a bellhop from earlier came running down the hall with an ice pack. I opened my hand holding it out until he finally handed it over to me.

The older man pulled out a key placed it into a hidden slot before turning it closing the elevator doors. He pressed and held the 8 and 4 buttons and the elevator started to go up. When they opened a long hall with white and gold carpeting. It took us two minutes to walk to the suit, and the moment he opened the door my jaw wanted to hit the floor. It wasn't a suit at all, it was a literal mini mansion.

"There's a nice couch this way, you two can sit here until the paramedics arrive." He gestured towards the bellhop. "Esteban will be charge of seeing that the two of you get everything you need. My name is Mr. Moseby and I am this hotel's manager. Feel free to enjoy all of our accommodations, free of charge of course. Now come, Esteban, we have rabble rousers to take care of."

They marched out with their chest out like they had done anything but rely on a teenager to care of their problems.

"Wow, that was painful. Hey lo--, Ron, you okay? You gotta stay up, or your concussion could kill you."

He shook his head.

"You know me, I've had worse…."

He was so close I smell the liquor on his breath.

"Yeah I guess I do. Hold on I have some Advil in my bag somewhere." I found the bottle took out 3 pills and handed them to him. "Here, take these, I'm going to look around. Be back soon."

I took my phone and immediately started taking pictures of me the Queen B.

Eat your fuckin hearts out Lonnie and Connie

By the time I was done my phone was blowing up with text and calls. When I checked in on Ron the paramedics looked like they were finishing up.

"Is he going to be okay?"

I asked walking closer so I could get a better look. They stitched his cut upper lip, maybe two or three stitches. It looked like the cut on his right eyebrow was drained and sealed probably with some sort of gel. If I didn't know him I'd mistake him as the perfect bad boy.

"He'll be fine, most of his injuries are superficial except for a bruised rip or two. I'll be honest, after hearing about the beating he took I'm surprised he's not unconsciousness or worse. He's a sturdy guy."

"I know, he's always been the type to be the first moron to get a beating meant for someone else. If I couldn't break him, some college students sure as hell had no chance. Isn't that right, Ron."

I brushed a few bits of his blonde hair away from his face and got another look at him. His left eye was still a bit swollen, and there was still a bit of blood left in his hair. He took my in his own, and gently kissed the palm of before putting back on his cheek and rubbing into it. I had to bite my lower lip to stop the moan building in the back of my throat.

"Careful, I might be too much for you handle."

I teased not expecting what he said next.

With his good eye he looked up at me a desire I didn't recognize with the most serious look on his face I'd ever seen.

"If you caressing caused my death, I'd walk through hellfire to feel heaven of your touch again."

My face heated up and a curiosity bloomed within my stomach. I'd never cared or thought much of Ron, but I'd seen his athletic prowess, stamina and more recently strength. "I might be able to have a little fun if the Mad Dog actually had a bit of bite."

"Cute, Ron. Real cute. And let me guess, you think I'd reward a man stupid enough to be that loyal?"

He smile happily at me.

"No, you'd probably punish me for it."

"Ha…you actually made me laugh. That was the right answer, Ron. But I gotta ask, what would happen if I want to be—"

"Hey!"

The paramedics said with a disturbed look on his face.

"Still here. I mean I'm done but your blocking me in here."

I stepped to the side and pointed to the door.

"Get out."

"Okay but you should know that—"

"Get! Out!" The paramedic grabbed his bag, and sped walked to the door with the bellhop and the manager, they closed the door behind them with a loud slam. "Okay, Ronnie, let's see if you have any other uses.

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Location: Tipton Hotel

Time: 11:30 P.M

POV: Third Person

One two things was about to happen and a part of Bonnie Rockwaller hoped it was the former. Those potential things were A(She'd reward Ron) or B(Have enough blackmail the loser into doing whatever she wanted), she reached down and spread his knees before unfastening his belt and the zipper of his pants. He stared down at her blushing a frenzy of reds, and to delight of both parties were pleasantly surprised by what was happened next. Before Bonnie's eyes a thick, long shaft sprung from to life in her hands.

"This is a surprise. A pretty big one, no wonder you're so carefree, you've got massive balls."

She laid gentle kisses on his shaft draining soft moans from his lips, working her way up towards the tip. She took a firm grip of shaft causing him to wince with fear before she engulf the tip in her mouth. She looked up him, making eye contact as she rolled her tongue over his penile gland.

"Ahh…th-this…is unbelievaBLEEEE!"

He cried out as she took him down her throat, while Bonnie began to drown in her own lust. She'd just managed to get 2 two thirds of his cock down her throat and gagging as she bobbed slowly, gradually increasing her pace with each moment. Her body was on fire, burning so how that her hands reached down pulling the strings to her shorts. Once they were out of her way she played with her moist slit, she used her thumb to tease her clit her index and middle fingers played with her wet pushy. Ron's hips bucked wishing more than anything to be closer to her. His right hand grabbed the back of her head and glinted down her throat until her face was buried in his crotch, a strangled cry of pleasure was trapped in her throat causing vibrations of pleasure shot up the object obstructing her breath. Hot torrents of cum shoot down the brunettes' throat causing her to moan in delight.

She pulled away slowly, ringing his cock clean or any residual cum. She opened her showing him that she had swallowed it all, except for the small batch on the corners of her mouth. Licking her lips she climbed into lap, kissing him deeply sucking on his making sure he tasted his handy work. After she broke the she smiled teasingly at his beat red face. She expected him to be humiliated, or ashamed but what happened next surprised even her. Ron had picked her up and gently placed her on her back.

"What the hell do you think you're doing Stoppabl—Mmm."

She groaned in place, her strength was drained she felt him bit and suck on her neck. He didn't seem to mind but the same couldn't be said of Bonnie.

"Stop!"

She ordered and obeyed immediately looking into her eyes afraid he'd caused harmed or ruined the mood. She pulled the back zipper of crop-top down grinning madly as she freed herself from the constricting clothing.

"You too, Ronnie."

Without thinking a second he pulled off his shirt showing off an impressive collection of scars, lean muscle.

"Very nice, Ronnie."

She pulled him closer holding his shoulders, as she whispered in his ear.

"Now. Worship me properly."

Not wanting to miss the opportunity, Ron returned to sucking on her neck, traveling down to her collar, chest, to her navel before finally arriving at the place he craved more than anything. Bonnie smiled removing her bikini bottom. She placed a hand the back of his head and chuckled.

"It my turn now, get to work, Mad Dog."

He'd enjoyed the sweet taste or her tongue, the salt of her skin, and the supple flesh of her breast. Now before him was perhaps the most beautiful woman and the most tantalizing dessert his eyes had ever met. Without hesitation the teen's mouth opened allowing his tongue to taste what he'd dreamt of, starting with the tender rose bud.

"Ahh…fuck….Rooonnn."

She whined as she was hit with wave after wave of pleasure. He worked his tongue gently working in a circling motion. Bonnie's legs wrapped around him, keeping him in place, as she quivered in delight. Ron's tongue traveled a final time, entering her womanhood and tasting the sweet ether from the source.

"AAAHHHH."

She cried out as the stimulation drove her wild. Both of her hands pulled at his hair, pushing his tongue deeper, granting him a richer taste of her. For a novice in intimacy Ron managed bringing her to her rapture. At the same time Ron continued his oral assault until he knew he had drunk all of her honey. Her legs trembled as she rode the waves of her orgasm while Ron preoccupied with her thighs. Kissing, sucking and biting the toned and perfectly tanned skin.

"Damn, Naco-boy. Seems your good at more than just stuffing your face with junk."

She breathe.

"You must really love eating pussy."

"No, just you."

Bonnie froze for moment before trying to laugh it off.

"Wanna say that again, Stoppable? I think I misheard you."

Ron stopped kissing the thighs he loved so much, letting them fall to the couch slowly before he brought his face inches from hers. He shook his head.

"No, I meant it. I've always only ever cared for you, I never thought we would come this far. Now I…just don't want to mess this up."

At a loss Bonnie kissed him, figuring that it was alcohol she tasted on his tongue that was to blame. She pushed him back and got up from couch and her strength returned. She started to walk off but stopped when she noticed a dejected Ron wasn't following her. She turned around grabbed his hand and pulling him along with her.

"I know you're new to this, but you gotta keep up."

She guided him to the bedroom she found earlier, tossing him onto the bed on his back and mounted him.

"Hope you're ready, I'm about to make you a man, Ronnie~."

She lined him up with her heat taking the plunge before he could answer.

"AHHH/RONNIE."

The pair cried out in ecstasy. Bonnie smiled cruelly to herself as she began to ride him as fast and hand as she could. Bonnie bit the bottom of her lip to keep her cries from filling the night air, the same could not be said for Ron, who had melted into a puddle of moans and cries. All he could do was keep a weak grasp on her hips. Her hands clawed at his chest as she fought the desire to cry out, her hands reached up and wrapped her hands around his neck, choking him in a display of dominance.

"Mmm…. What's wrong *gasp* am I too much for you? Aaahhh…. You're getting what you wanted right? Aaahhh, so cut that love shit and fuck me like you hate me!"

The hands on her hips gripped her hard, pulling her down the full length of his shaft.

"FUUUUCCCCKKK, OHHHH!"

She cried out losing control of her voice. From beneath her Ron began to pump like piston, hammering his manhood into her, robbing her of her will, as she cried out like a banshee.

"Hate you… like I could…you know what I hate?"

Ron said in a voice laced with lust and another emotion Bonnie was too enthralled by her climbing orgasm, falling on top of him while he continued to fuck her. She whimpered as she came to her second climax of the night. She was flipped onto her back as he climbed on top of her. He stole a soft kiss, and whispering in her ear.

"I hate the way the guys at school look at you, I hate how the jocks that see you as nothing more than a piece of meat. I hate that I've failed to win your heart after so many years, I hate that I'm invisible to you, and you are so special to me; The only woman that really matters to me, and I hate that I know I'm not good enough for you. But I want to change, to be the only one in your heart, and tonight, even if it's a fleeting dream. I will hold onto and cherish you while I can, because you are my ideal woman; Body, and mind. I'll live this fairy tale for as long as I can with you."

Bonnie's clouded mind was overwhelmed by the emotions currently flowing through her very being. Disguest, fear, anxiety, curiosity, excitement, and temptation: Disgust because she thought less of him, fear of him becoming a stalker, anxiety because of her friend Tara's potential reaction to this, curiosity because he always seemed to shatter social burials, excitement for how she could use this against Kim, and temptation brought on by the pleasure he brought her and the potential for change when he wanted to. Before her thoughts could go further he'd returned to her lips, deeply kissing her having learned surprising quick. His hips began to thrust going deeper, briefly brushing against her cervix with each thrust. He broke off the kiss, and whispered into her ear.

"You said you wanted me to fuck you like a hate you, well, how about I fuck you like a lover."

He whispered softly with unmasked passion before going back to her neck and fucking her with all he was worth. Bonnie's cries grew louder and louder with each passing second until she felt him twitch inside her. She what was coming, and she choked on her own saliva as the warm feeling of Ron's cum flowed deeply inside her. She squealed joining him in ecstasy. She found herself letting out breathe of contentment, only for her partner to keep fucking her as he grew hard again.

"ROOUHHHHH!"

Her moans were silenced by the over stimulation of Ron's thrust, and seemingly endless stamina. Her nails clawed into his back raking his skin as she dug deeper. Her legs seemed to move on their own as they wrapped around him, locking him place. He lightly bit her ear lobe causing her to climax while he came up behind her. The two breathed heavily as they tried to catch their breathes, Bonnie took his battered face in her hands and caressed his cheek before their lips met in a passionate embrace. Time would pass by in a blur as the two continued to get their fill of the other. When fatigue took hold of Bonnie she felt strong hands lay her on something hard, yet warm and spongy. The soft sound lured her to sleep.