<div style="text-align: justify;">Bonnie couldn't put in words how she felt, even if she wanted to. It was a delightful feeling of warmth, chills down her spine and butterflies in her stomach. Bonnie was a hot blooded, normal and healthy girl. So, she had desires, and she had fulfilled them before. Probably not with as many people as Clyde had, though. Actually, if she would be honest, she had only been with one other guy. But it didn't really matter. Had she been with a hundred men, Clyde would still be special. Bonnie could feel it inside, in a way she couldn't explain.<br/><br/>When Clyde said he liked a girl that knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to admit it, Bonnie laughed. <span style="color: #FFBF00">"Then you're gonna love me, <span style="font-style: italic">dahling</span>!"</span>, she replied cheerfully.<br/><br/>As Clyde started stripping her, Bonnie felt her body warm so much she just wanted to be rid of her clothes. She waited, though. There wasn't really a lot to remove anyway. Bonnie had decided to forgo wearing a bra, and wear only the dress and panties. <br/><br/>Feeling Clyde's lips on her breast made Bonnie moan and grip down on the hay under her. <span style="font-style: italic">God, that man would kill her</span>. And what a sweet death it would be. When his hand slipped between her legs, Clyde could feel that he wouldn't really have a lot of work to get Bonnie ready to go. It was still good that he had taken the time for foreplay.<br/><br/>When Clyde finally decided to stop teasing and undress, Bonnie barely blinked. She just couldn't stop watching him. She blushed a little when his pants came off, but her attention was sure drawn to Clyde's tattoo, and to the scar on his chest. She would ask about both, for sure, but not yet. Right now, there was only one thing in her mind. <br/><br/>As soon as Clyde came back within reach, Bonnie kissed him just as passionately, her fingers running through his hair. His question made her laugh and wink at him. <span style="color: #FFBF00">"I'll show ya, city boy"</span>, Bonnie joked, feeling comfortable enough to be playful. Seeing herself on top, Bonnie showed a broad smile. <span style="color: #FFBF00">"If ya say so..."</span>, she murmured, her voice husky with desire, in response to Clyde's words about being all hers to control. Leaning in, Bonnie kissed Clyde, her hands caressing his arms. The girl was dying to feel him inside her, but she would hold on for a while. She wanted to hear him plead.</div>