Chapter 2: Burn It

Out of a sense of gentlemanly decorum, Ron kept his eyes, never mind his hands, to himself as much as his willpower allowed the next morning.

Even while still in very real danger of being discovered, he and Hermione stole small, goofy smiles at each other whenever one of them caught the other fighting not to stare.

Hermione had donned her red cocktail dress – the same one he had practically ripped off of her with his teeth – with incredible grace and dignity. Ron just felt bad that she didn't have a change of clothes; hell, he didn't either. Any extra outfits had been packed in Hermione's beaded bag…. which Harry had apparently nicked when he skipped town.

For her sake, he wished she could change into something more suitable. The attic was drafty, plus her dress didn't cover too much skin. It barely covered everything he had seen last night. Ron could still spot flecks of virginal blood and streaks of his dried cum on the inside of her bare legs – one of the few signs that she had been with him.

For much of the night, the house had been quiet, enough for Ron and Hermione to fall asleep after they spent a few hours making love. Exploring each other's bodies had been a release of much needed stress. Tension too, except where it concerned exactly where they stood. Ron better the ruddy hell hoped there had been a shift in their relationship, because unless there was some clear communication that included the words 'with benefits', he was damn well aware that most friendships that culminated in said friends shagging were friendships that did not survive.

With the icy fear for his family still constricting around him like a noose, Ron tried to brush any post-coital, morning after talk with Hermione aside. They would discuss it later, ideally in a somewhat reasonably safer time and place than this. They both still needed to find a way out of his house – and, though this was daunting, hopefully taking his family with them in any such escape.

The stillness of the house this morning was disconcerting, almost disturbing. It was too quiet. With the Burrow having as many floors as it did, the only way either of them would be able to hear what was going on would be if people were shouting.

They definitely couldn't see anything either, or at least, nothing of value. Ron glanced up to where there was only a single window letting light into this attic, mounted high, and – like so much of this house – tilted at an odd angle. The window appeared like it was part-transom, part-skylight, though it still managed to look out – sort of. Ron remembered how, as a little boy, he had needed to stand on both the twins and Charlie just to get his eyes over the sill, to look out at the view overlooking the apple orchard where they played Quidditch and then the Devon countryside beyond. If memory served, you could pick out the rooftop of the Rook, Luna Lovegood's house, in the distance, but only on a clear day – she and her father lived just over the hill.

Chancing a glance at his…. his lover (he landed on the word in his head lightly, hoping Hermione would be amenable to being wooed thusly), he caught how the beautiful witch was also studying the high window.

"Could we take a look?" she asked.

He shrugged. "Not sure what there would be to see, outside of counting how many Death Eaters are guarding the property. Unless they've moved my family to hold them outside the house…" he shuddered.

"It wouldn't hurt to look," Hermione pondered.

A beat as Ron considered this. Striding forward, he gentlemanly took Hermione by her waist and lifted her off her feet into the air. He was able to hoist her quite easily, on account of built-up strength playing Quidditch. He flushed at how, at her yelp of surprise, he hadn't thought to ask if he could touch her like this.

She let you touch her in more intimate places than this last night, mate, an inner voice smugly reminded him.

His arms had to nearly fully extend to lift her level with the window. She squirmed a little in his grip, and he got a better hold on her, absolutely not wanting to drop her.

"What can you see?"

"Two Death Eaters at the gates…. One or two more on the lawn…" She studied the enemy. "Oh, Ron, look! I can see Luna's house from here!"

"Yeah, when the weather's clear. But really, love, what else can you see?"

"Wait…." Hermione said, just as Ron was thinking about setting her down. "Someone just came out of the house…. Blonde hair…." She gasped. "Ron, I think it's Lucius Malfoy! And…. I can't be sure but I think Draco's with him!"

Ron gnashed his teeth at the thought of that slimy git. His muscles were starting to burn, so he graciously set Hermione down. She blushed, and he awkwardly dropped his hands from her hips.

She must have noticed his embarrassment, for he suddenly choked at how she quite deliberately guided his hands back up to rest on her hips. She even tugged him closer so that he was spooning her, her smart little bum brushing up tantalizingly close to his erection, and he felt himself grow hard in his pants.

"Ron: don't…. don't be afraid that I don't want you to…. to touch me. I do. Just give me a little forewarning when you want to do things like put me in a dead lift." She smirked at his look of wonder and she wriggled her bottom a little, grinding into his hips and he had to wrestle down a groan.

Just as quickly as she had invited him to touch her intimately, Hermione squirmed out of Ron's grasp, her practical self returning to the task at hand. "We will discuss it later, if we get out of this," she promised, prim and back to no nonsense. "Right now, we have to figure out what's going on!"

"I can't keep lifting you to play look-out. Even if I could, we can't hear anything through those panes in the window!" Glancing about, Ron suddenly zeroed in on a stretch of pipe down in one corner, near the floor. "But maybe….."

Crossing to kneel beside the open pipe, he inspected it, recalling the times he would come up here to play with Ginny, Fred and George. Doubling back, he dove into a box that Hermione now saw was labeled Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

"Ah-ha!" Ron triumphantly pulled out an Extendable Ear from the box, then turned back to the open pipe. "This pipe leads directly down into the kitchen, and then connects to the storm drain outside. A slighty jimmying of this…" he gave the switch on the Ear a tweak. "….. and we can hear anything going on at the ground floor!"

Hermione beamed at his ingenuity. "Brilliant! I'll keep watch so we have eyes on them."

"How?"

In answer, Hermione twirled her wand and Wingardium Leviosaed herself to float up to the high window. Ron stared in admiration.

"You're amazing, you are."

"Always the tone of surprise…" she murmured, blushing. She turned back to the window, gasping in the next second. "Ron, I…. I think I see your dad!"

"Is he OK?!" Ron quickly switched up the volume on the Extendable Ear and held it to the pipe. Sounds from both the kitchen and out to the front of the house percolated up to him, while Hermione maintained a visual….

"I believe this is the bloke you're looking for!" Fred and George were somehow managing to keep their sense of humor as they lifted the large troll who they were attempting to pass of as their sick brother between them.

"You got me!" The ghoul slurred, grunted, sounding just human enough that he might be the sick Weasley boy, and only after hours of coaching from Arthur and the twins.

Lucius Malfoy wanted to roll his eyes, and opted for a cringe instead. Taking the Burrow and all its inhabitants might have been a wise move tactically, but as an occupation, it was quickly turning into a funny farm. The most severely impaired of his colleagues, cognitively speaking, were having far too much fun looting the place of food, quartering in the living room. He'd had to threaten Avery with a court-martial for even thinking it appropriate to ask, after torturing the Weasley girl, if he could 'break her in.' Holding a strategic position was one thing. Pillaging and even entertaining the thought of raping was quite another. It was all amounting to dilly-dallying as long as, from the most they had discovered, Harry Potter was gone and missing. So was that Granger girl.

Lucius took another look at the youngest Weasley lad and winced. Spattergroit was not to be trifled with, and he imagined only a knock-out illness like this was about the only thing that would have kept Ron Weasley from vanishing along with his ne'er-do-well friends too. Sidling up next to him, Draco leered at Ron (or rather, the troll he and his father both thought was Ron).

"Cheers to spattergroit for fixing your face, Weasel-bean – you look even uglier!"

In answer, 'Ron' (the troll) burped directly in Malfoy's face. Fred and George surreptitiously shared a glance with each other, leaving any emotion only in their eyes. They hadn't exactly taught the troll very many other human words, so they hoped the galoot kept his mouth shut long enough to cement the ruse.

Lucius tssked, waving off the twins and the Ron troll with a wave of his hand. "Take him back up to his room…. Goyle, Mulciber, supervise, if you please!" Fred, George and not-Ron were led away inside. With a snap of his cloak, Lucius strode back towards the doorstep of the house, little realizing that stories above them, a pair of eyes was watching him at a high window. (From Hermione's point-of-view, the front door of the Burrow was just on the edge of frame and her line of vision). Arthur Weasley was standing nervously just beyond the threshold, his wife and daughter clutching each other just a few paces behind the patriarch.

"We found this Muggle talisman on your property…" And Lucius held up a mangy old boot. "Have you been harboring Muggles? Sympathizers to Harry Potter, perhaps?"

(Up in the attic, Ron frowned, cocked to the Extendable Ear. "Hermione, love, what's he holding up?"

"Some mangy old boot!" she reported.

Ron winced, chuckling tightly. "Better hope it's not one of mine, then!")

Meanwhile, Arthur was trying to reason with his old Ministry colleague. "Our home is always open to the weary traveler! Please, Lucius, try for some mercy!"

Lucius let out a put-upon sigh, speaking with a feigned regret. "Arthur, I am placing you, Molly and the children under house arrest until young Ginevra is ordered back to school and until I get to the bottom of this. If what you say is true, and you are declared innocent in the eyes of our courts, then you have nothing to fear."

"But we are innocent!" Arthur tried to implore, as convincingly as he could, following Lucius to the doorstep. "I assure you, we are not associating with any Muggleborns!"

Lucius merely closed the door in Arthur's face. Then he accepted a large stick offered to him by a fellow Death Eater and used it to bar the door. He turned calmly back to his son, though his face was tight with rage.

"Burn it."

"What?!" Draco's jaw dropped, and he appeared genuinely shocked.

"Until it smolders. These Weasleys are blood traitors and have been for years; it is high time they were made examples of…." Silently waving his wand, Lucius ignited the tip of his wand with Incendio and passed the flame to the wand of his son, in the same way one might pass a flame from one torch sconce to another.

Draco accepted the burning ember, though he still appeared leery, even wary. If there was ever a moment where the Slytherin git had revealed even a flicker of a conscience, it seemed like it was now. "Beg pardon, sir, but I was not trained to murder an equal of our superior pureblood race….. no matter how far these individuals have strayed," he tacked on in a rush, like he was trying to play both sides, both here on this property, and perhaps within himself.

"Ah, but you were trained to follow orders, my son!" Lucius glowered down hard at Draco.

With his lit wand tip, Draco shifted closer to the Burrow. A tense moment as he looked at the home he was being ordered into setting ablaze, then back at his father.

Quite abruptly, he jammed his wand into the water of a nearby cistern, and the flame died out with a HSSSSSSH!

Lucius's jaw rolled with outrage. "Insolent coward!... Just as when you failed to finish Dumbledore, you have lost your nerve!"

Stalking forward, Lucius proceeded, without emotion, to light the entire Burrow ablaze himself. For the second time in less than a year, the towering place went up in flames.

Hermione screamed. Down below, Ron could hear the shouts of his family, and prayed they could get out.

"Hermione! Come down!" he roared.

She floated down to him. Her feet had barely touched the floor before Ron had wound his arms about her waist and pulled her tight into him. He could hear the flames licking rapidly up the building, nearing the attic, the Burrow going up like tinder.

"Do you trust me?"

Lifting her terrified eyes to his from where she had been staring at her palms pressed into his chest, Hermione nodded. "Yes," she breathed.

Swooping down, Ron kissed her – hard. He heard, felt Hermione gasp and then groan, sinking into the kiss and deepening it, no doubt wondering if this was the last time they would kiss like this, if these were their last moments and if so, she would rather spend them in his arms.

Holding her close, continuing to kiss her deeply, Ron turned both him and Hermione on the spot and Disapparated, just ahead of flames reaching the attic, their sound concealing the POP! of the couple's escape.

Moments later, in the chaos, Arthur and his family broke out of their burning home just before the structure collapsed around them. Lunging together in a huddle, Arthur spun his family on the spot and they too Disapparated.

The Death Eaters did not have time to pursue them.

Hermione landed hard, crashing into Ron's chest, which broke her fall and left her straddling him in a rather unflattering position.

Blushing furiously as she recalled how she had similarly mounted him just the night before, she got up daintily and helped Ron to his feet. She glanced about.

"Where are we?"

"Somewhere safe," Ron rumbled, tucking her protectively into his side as they moved up the walk towards a small townhouse painted in rather loud colors.

"AUNT MURIEL! HELP!"

It took a second shouting of this before a doddering old woman tottered out on the porch. Hermione recognized Ron's Great-Aunt Muriel from the wedding, and once again marveled at how someone could look so ancient and still move so decently well.

"Ronald? Is that you, boy?" Muriel croaked.

Ron dashed up to his great-aunt, keeping Hermione tucked into his side. "Those bloody Death Eaters occupied and then burned the Burrow! We just managed to escape! Can you shelter us….?"

"RON!"

The plaintive scream made Ron and Hermione wheel around to see most of the Weasleys (except for Bill and Fleur, and of course, Percy) now charging into Muriel's front garden. Ron let out a strangled cry of relief as most of his family mobbed him, Ginny flinging her arms around his neck.

"You git! Where have you been?!"

"Hiding in the attic," Ron answered bluntly.

Pulling back, Ginny drew up short. "You…. you were in…. You weren't with Harry?"

"Touchy subject. I'll explain," Ron got out shortly.

Muriel, meanwhile, was peering at Hermione through her bifocals. "Is this that same Muggle-born? Hmmm….. She still has bad posture. And those skinny ankles…."

Ron was half-tempted to tell his unfiltered great-aunt off; he was proud of his girl how she didn't rise to the bait. Hermione curtsied.

"Thank you for hosting us, Aunt Muriel."

Muriel merely sniffed in answer before leading the group inside to where they would be hiding.

"Don't take it personally; she's rude to everyone," Fred assured Hermione.

"Yeah – old bat!" George muttered under his breath.

From how sharply Muriel turned about, the twins jumped in fear that she had heard them, despite being close to deaf. The old bat was still studying Hermione.

"We'll have to make you more presentable before I deem you suitable for my Ronald, of course, but perhaps…" She trailed off mid-sentence and wandered away to the kitchen to make a cuppa.

Hermione stared, leaning into Ron and whispering, "Did…. did your Great-Aunt just give us her blessing? To…. to marry….?" Her cheeks turned rosy pink.

Equally baffled himself, Ron still allowed himself a tentative smirk. "One thing at a time, love…."

The Weasleys and Hermione hunkered down in hiding with the old battleaxe that was Muriel, listening to the wireless, which the twins tuned to an underground channel called Potterwatch; Ron thought he heard Lee Jordan's voice on the broadcast.

Snuggling into him, Hermione smiled weakly. "I think that's Luna's dad Lee's interviewing…."

Evening set on quickly, and the large group of fugitives traipsed upstairs to prepare sleeping accommodations. Arthur managed to fit all of his gathered children and Hermione into one large room, enlarging the master bed and setting two sets of bunks on the opposite wall. Ginny claimed the queen bed with a saucy grin, leaving the twins to share one bunk, and Ron and Hermione the other.

Glancing in from the hall, Muriel noticed Ron getting into the top bunk above Hermione's and frowned hard. "Arthur, do you really think you should be letting Ronald sleep so close to a girl who's not Ginevra…..?" At the sound of her given name, Ginny looked ready to hex her oldest relative, underage Trace be damned, but Arthur interceded before she could.

"Muriel, Ron is an honorable boy. He would never try anything untoward with Hermione, and she's a very practical girl. It's OK…."

The four siblings and Hermione settled down to sleep. It wasn't long before, upon hearing his sister and the twins' even breathing, Ron stole out of his bunk.

"Silencio…. Muffliato Maxima….." He was careful not to wake anyone as he scaled down to Hermione's bunk and got into bed with her. She let him in without fuss.

The couple held each other quietly in the darkness for a moment. Finally, her soft voice pinged out from the gloom.

"Ron? Are you asleep?"

"Mmm-hmmm," Ron grunted, instinctively tightening his grip around her to draw her closer.

"Merlin, that was so scary…. Not to mention the ghoul was a total wash…" Hermione prattled to him. "Ron? Were…. were you scared?"

"Course not," he shrugged off with false bravado. "…. Not for me, anyway." He turned his head downward to meet her bright brown eyes in the gloom. "I was more scared I was going to lose you…."

He watched as she blinked in astonishment, before her expression melted. "That's so sweet…." A slight pause and then, wordlessly, Hermione's silky hand reached up to cradle his cheek before her face craned to follow. Drawing him to her, their lips met in a relieved kiss.

Much to Hermione's surprise, the kiss deepened and escalated quickly. She whimpered a little in shock as she felt Ron's body bearing down, pressing her into the mattress until he was fully straddling her. She whimpered and squirmed a little, begging to be let up or at least have them make out without him at risk of crushing her. By the time Ron broke the kiss and let her come up for air, her brain was clouded, fuzzy.

To her shock, she watched as Ron shifted his body down so his face was level with the space between her legs.

"Ronald….. what are you….?"

She yelped as her lover suddenly unclasped her jeans, shoving them down nearly to her knees as he forced her legs to spread apart. Hermione then shuddered violently as she suddenly felt a moist tongue plunge into her heat and she cried out again in shock.

"Ronald! What on Earth…..?!" He merely sucked, slurped on her pink beauty harder and Hermione's body went almost rigid on the mattress, even as she felt her skull loll back into the pillow. A gooey sensation was thrumming like blood under her skin, enough to make her feel like she nearly sank into the bedspread.

Ron had a grip on her thighs and was holding her open with no effort at all, slurping away. Hermione attempted to softly push against him. He growled deep in his throat and continued what he was doing. He crawled between her legs and grabbed her arms at the wrist to pin them over her head. She struggled weakly, trying to get her legs beneath him to, she wasn't sure, lightly kick him or something. But his toned strength from Quidditch was more than a match for her. Ron ground his still-covered erection against her moist heat and she moaned, whether in fright or desire, she didn't want to admit.

And then he kissed her...

Oh god! She moaned as his tongue forcefully moved into her mouth. He tasted of the earth and moonlight and something darker and she found her resistance crumbling. She struggled all the harder and he pulled back with a smirk.

"I'm going to own you!" he growled, trailing lips across her cheek and down her neck. That growl touched something deep inside her and some instinct made her bare her neck to his hungry gaze. He immediately latched on to that patch of skin with his teeth, marking her as his, but careful not to break the skin. Hermione cried out in shock and desire.

"Ronald!" He growled again, pushing himself into a half-kneeling/sitting position that kept his cock pressed against her. He violently ripped off her top and her bra and clamped his teeth around one of her nipples, taking the other one between two fingers and pinching them hard. Her shout was louder this time and she arched her back, pushing her breasts deeper into his mouth and hand.

Ron pulled off with a pop, leaving his paramour panting with desire and he watched her eyes dilate to near black as he ripped off his pants, exposing his cock. Without any warning, he shoved his cock deep into her wetness and Hermione nearly ripped a pillow in half at the sensations that caused.

It was purely animalistic fucking that followed. He pounded into her moist heat like a man possessed, holding her legs open effortlessly. And she could do nothing but hang on for the ride and enjoy it. And his cock was huge! She could feel every vein, every ridge inside her body, felt the bulbous head reaching deep inside her on every upstroke. Her whole body trembled with the force of it.

Still pounding into her, he released one of her legs and grabbed her hand, pulling it down to her clit.

"Touch yourself!" he demanded. She hesitated for a moment, slightly embarrassed at the thought of him watching while she masturbated. His eyes narrowed and he growled. And showing great restraint, he stopped moving completely, his cock still deep inside her. He leaned over until he was breathing deeply next to her ear.

"Touch yourself, Hermione. I want to watch you fuck yourself while I'm balls-deep inside your pussy!" he ordered. Hermione gulped and slowly began to play with herself. She ran her index finger over her dewy folds, biting her lip to keep from moaning aloud at the contact.

"Mmm, that's it. Play with that pussy!" Ron moaned, beginning to fuck her slowly once more. He ground himself against her fingers, pushing them harder into that little nub of flesh that always made her see stars and couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips.

"You look so hot like that, my dick smeared in your juices!"

"God! Ronald!" she cried out at a particularly hard thrust. Her fingers were moving faster as he sped up his strokes.

She could feel her orgasm approaching, a tight ball of heat deep in her gut. She didn't realize she had begun chanting out loud "Harder! Faster!" over and over again.

And then she was there! Her body tensed up as Ron quickly pulled out of her body and dived between her legs, flicking his tongue over her clit and sucking hard. She screamed so loud as she climaxed, the mirror leaning against the opposite bunk cracked. Ron fucked her with his tongue and fingers, not letting her come down from the first orgasm as a second one ripped through her less than five seconds later. She opened her mouth to wail and nearly choked when Ron shoved his cock into her mouth while still licking between her legs. She could taste herself, her cum mixed in with the copper tang of blood on him and that only enhanced her desire. She sucked him hard, flicking her tongue over him, pulling his balls into her mouth hungrily. She could feel him attacking her between her legs, barely feeling it when he slid two fingers into her anus at the same time. She tensed in shock, never having experienced anal sex, at least from behind, before in her life.

Ron felt her tense up around his fingers and shoved his face into her vagina to take her mind off what he was doing. Hermione gradually began to relax and he began moving his fingers, stretching her gradually, preparing her for what was to come. He moaned into her moist heat and she lightly scraped her teeth over his cock and balls. The vibrations from his moan caused her to arch up into his mouth, taking his fingers deeper into her anus.

He slowly pulled himself from her sopping lower lips, shuddering with barely concealed restraint and turned so he was facing her again.

"On your knees, love." he whispered. Hermione obeyed immediately and he let out a slight whimper as he stared at the place where he'd soon be shoving his cock. He couldn't help it; he leaned down and shoved his tongue in. She yelped in shock before she practically melted into the bunk, shoving her lovely, well-defined arse cheeks into his face. She could hear him slurping at her backside like a thirsty man craving water. She whimpered, she moaned, and she shamelessly begged Ron to fuck her, but all her requests were ignored as he practically fucked her with his tongue. He took his cock into his hand, stroking himself back to full hardness.

When she thought she couldn't take anymore, she felt him move up behind her and took a deep breath. Once she did this, there was no going back for either of them.

His cock nudged her virgin entrance and she resisted the urge to tighten up. And then she felt it, the head of his cock slowly pushing its way into her ass. Hermione squeezed her eyes shut against the burning pain. She must have made a sound of distress, for Ron placed a hand on her back and began to gently rub up and down.

"Breathe through the pain, Hermione..." he whispered gently. She was amazed at how gentle his voice sounded and she concentrated on that. Finally the head popped through the tight ring of muscle and they both let out a sigh of relief. He continued to rub her back, whispering words of comfort as she adjusted to the sensations. Leaving the head of his cock resting where it was for the moment, he reached between their bodies and began to finger her clit, pleased she was still wet for him. A shudder rocked her body and she cried out. Reaching further, he pushed three fingers into her vagina, resuming his earlier treatment.

"Godric! Ronald, please!" she groaned, rocking into his hand. The faster he fucked her with his fingers, the harder she rocked into his hand, slowly drawing his cock into her arse. She was surprised when she felt his balls resting against her buttocks and she stopped moving altogether. She had never felt so full! And it seemed like he was still growing!

Ron felt a surge of domineering lust coming to the front and his cock growing larger inside its new nesting place and he leered. He grabbed a fistful of Hermione's bushy curls with one hand, used his other hand to hold her hip and he slowly pulled out before pushing back in. The lower bunk rocked with him, making Hermione groan in pleasure. They rutted against each other, low-level shouting, as they shamelessly played the Beast With Two Backs.

"Who do you belong to?" Ron growled as his hips pumped into the willing body beneath him.

"You!" she hissed with need.

"Are you my bloody lover?" he demanded, and Hermione felt her blood burn as her Ron talked so vile to her while he was shagging her. At the same time, it perversely turned her on, to hear Ron be passionate to the point of profanity and unspeakable slurs in bed, in the midst of sexual intercourse.

"Yes!" she wailed as he sped up his strokes.

"Say it!" he ordered.

"I'm your fucking bloody lover!" she growled.

"Yes!" Ron howled, pushing faster and harder into his mate.

Hermione could feel her third orgasm of the night welling up within her once again and with a strength she didn't know she possessed, she pushed herself up until she was resting on her knees, feeling Ron's cock moving deeper than ever at that angle.

"Fuck! Hermione!" Ron cried out. She got a sense of female pride at making him lose control for once. She managed to wrap an arm around his neck and pulled him down for a sensuous kiss as he fucked her.

Ron felt his own orgasm coming on like an out-of-control freight train and he went with it, howling with pleasure as he came. He was dimly aware of Hermione screaming at him, telling him to finish her off. "Finish me off right bloody now or I'll scream! I'll scream, I'll screa – ahhhhhhh... Ahhhhhh... AHHHHHHH!... AHHHHHHHHH!" Crying out her own orgasm, her arse muscles clenched around his cock and milked him dry. Hermione collapsed out of a near plank position and Ron followed, nearly crushing her beneath him. They trembled against one another, drenched in sweat, hearts threatening to beat right out of their chest. The only thing keeping Hermione from drifting off into a deep sleep was Ron's arm spooning around her waist.

Squirming, Hermione somehow managed to twist under him until her bare chest and the aroused nipples of her breasts were pressed against his pectorals. Brown eyes huge, still in a kind of post-coital daze, she looped her arms about Ron's shoulder blades and pulled him close against her naked body, her voice lifting into song:

"Ahhhh, sweet mystery of life, at last I've found you!..." Ron grunted and ground his softening cock against her sore vagina and the feel of him rubbing against her caused her to writhe in pleasure. "Ahhhhhh, at last I know the secret of it all!..."