Mr. Piggy’s gloved hand quickly started the car, and checking traffic, he pulled out into the street. The alarm on his watch beeped again, signalling five minutes. A long sigh of relief passed his lips, the adrenaline rush from the job, now turning into a different form of rush. 

Bonnie, leaving her mask in place, looked over at her partner, “Fuck Clyde, FUCK FUCK FUCK!” she screamed in excitement, “We fucking did it!” 

“It was such a rush, you, you were amazing,” Clyde answered from under his mask, his eyes watching traffic. His gloved hands held the steering wheel, the tinted glass hiding the two in the car from any oncoming traffic. A fire truck raced by and he looked in the rearview mirror as the large vehicle stopped in front of the jewelry store. 

Bonnie glanced over at him, “You were perfect, among other things,” her words trailed off. From under her mask, she looked to the bulge against the midsection of his jeans. Unable to control herself, her gloved hands went to the button, undoing it, and in one smooth motion she pulled the zipper down.  Her breath quickened, the urge, the desire to have him washed over her. Instantly her gloved hands pulled down his boxer briefs, and all her inhibitions left her. 

Bonnie took his swollen penis in her gloved hand. From under her mask, her hazel eyes were on fire. With her thumb and forefinger, she teased the Prince Albert ring through the tip, as small drops of clear fluid oozed out of the tip and began to coat the leather covering her fingers. 

“Watch the road Clyde,” she teased, as a soft moan escaped from under his pig mask. She slowly worked his shaft, up and down, her gloved thumb teasing the ring through the head of his cock on each up stroke. 

She watched, hungrily, as his cock grew and grew. As she reached the base, she squeezed lightly. A groan left his mouth, muffled under his mask as more fluid trickled from the tip, and with the heat grew even more intense between Bonnie’s legs. 

Bonnie continued to edge Clyde as he drove. His cock was rock hard as her gloved hand slowly worked. His breathing increased; the breath warm inside his pig mask as his need for her grew. He took a hand from the steering wheel and moved it to the buttons holding Bonnie’s pants closed. Eagerly he popped each one open, exposing the black leather thong under her leather pants. His thumb found her clit and he slowly started to work it in circles. 

Minutes passed as the two continued pleasuring each other. Bonnie leaned her head back against the seat of the car, her leather-encased body creaking lightly. Her hand slowed as he increased the pressure on her clit. He moved his middle finger down, sliding it into her moist slit. The middle finger of his hand slowly probed in and out while he used the palm of his hand to press down on her clit. A gasp left her mouth, “Oh Clyde,” she moaned. 

He pulled the stolen vehicle into the upper-middle-class neighbourhood they had set up in. Within two minutes, he had driven the car into the driveway. The palm of his hand maintained it's pressure on her clit and he slid another gloved finger into her pussy. Clyde reached up, pressing the button to open the garage door. As the door opened slowly, Clyde picked up the speed of his fingers, the intensity of his work increasing.

Bonnie's moans increased in both volume and tone, as her partner's fingers and the pressure of his palm against her clit. Her gloved hands dug into the passenger doors handle and squeezed the shaft of Clyde's cock as he worked.

She could feel the intensity of an orgasm building and she ached to let go. Just as Clyde slowly drove the car into the garage and the door began to close behind them, a scream of pleasure left her mouth, muffled slightly by the rubber of the bunny mask which seemed to only intensify the orgasm itself. 

Clyde could feel the warmth and the amount of fluid from her orgasm spread slowly down his gloved fingers as he worked. His own groan of pleasure left his mouth, muffled like Bonnies against the rubber of the pig mask. As the click of the garage door closed behind them, Clyde slid his fingers out of her. 

Stepping from the car, he moved around the side and Bonnie could see his masked face and the intensity of his desire for her through the eye holes of the mask. He ripped open the door just as she quickly did up the button of her pants. As he pulled her out of the door, she reached up to pull down the hood covering his head as he did the same with hers.

Clyde lifted her up and her legs wrapped around his waist and he turned, moving toward the door to the house. Bonnie pulled the pig mask off and let it drop to the floor as he reached the door. With a turn of the handle, he opened the door, pushing it in and stepping through. 

Bonnie quickly ripped the bunny mask off and tossed it to the side just before his lips smashed into hers. The intensity of the kiss was like nothing either had experienced before. Their tongues battled with one another and the couples breaths came in ragged pants. 

Bonnie's gloved hands ran along his head and down the leather jacket covering his back. Once her hands reached her leathers she traced them around to the front and found the zipper to his jacket. Leaning back in the air, breaking from their passionate kiss, she unzipped his jacket and let it slide down off him. 

Once Clyde felt the jacket bunch around his forearms, he let go of Bonnie; first on one side and then the other, letting the jacket fall in a bunch to the floor. Bonnie felt a rush pass through her while he let the jacket fall, as she remained suspended in his arms. 

Their mouths found each other’s again as Bonnie's back hit the wall. Releasing his hold on her with one arm, Clyde ran his gloved hand up and under her jacket. His hand traced its way under her bra and he began to slowly caress first her nipple and then her entire breast. 

Minutes passed and he did not tire, his arms did not tremble. Their panting filled the room, their tongues never breaking from the battle. Eventually, Clyde moved his hand away from her breast and back down, finding the button to her pants. He flicked her pants open with two fingers and set her down on the ground. 

Her gloved hands found the top of his jeans and pulled them down, before following up with his boxer briefs. He stepped back, his cock fully exposed, rock hard and his Prince Albert ring bouncing. She smiled, pulling down her leather pants and following up with her thong. Stepping forward, only the black combat boots remained on her lower half. 

As Bonnie reached him, Clyde again lifted her up into the air as her legs wrapped around his waist once more. She pulled off his t-shirt, one sleeve at a time as he held her suspended in the air; smiling as she traced her gloved finger down his chest line to his abdomen. She loved the feel of his flat stomach, his abdominal muscles giving him that lovely definition. 

She felt her back hit the wall again and her lips went to the bare skin of his neck. She felt as he guided himself into her and slowly began to thrust. Smalls grasps and then groans of pleasure left both of them as Clyde began to pick up his speed. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," came the soft words from Bonnie after each upward thrust into her. She could feel a second orgasm building as his thrusts started to become more and more aggressive. As he began to pound up into her, her soft words became screams of pleasure competing with his loud groans of pure pleasure. 

Minutes passed, minutes that seemed too fast for both of them. She could feel every upthrust as Clyde's Prince Albert ring slammed into her along with the entirety of his shaft. His groans become more and more like growls of full pleasure as he almost reached his limit. 

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, faster, harder, almost ...." Bonnie moaned and Clyde listened, picking up the speed of his rhythm. Just as he neared, Bonnie's gloved fingers dug into his back, her teeth bit into his neck and he could feel her at the edge. He let himself go, the walls within the hallway of the house taking a beating as he fucked Bonnie with all the passion and intensity that had built up throughout the robbery. He exploded into her and continued to slam into her. He could feel the warmth of his fluids slide down his shaft with each thrust and suddenly the walls of Bonnie's pussy constricted even tighter against him. He felt more fluids flowing down over his swollen cock as they fucked. 

The couples moans slowed, morphing into pants of pleasure and tiredness. Clyde held her as his thrusting slowed to nothing, the two joined as one in the embrace. His hazel eyes met the hazel of her eyes and a smile crept across his face. 

"What's next?" he asked softly as his lips found hers and they kissed softly.