Cheryl gets angry at Ron

A wave of satisfaction washed over her, But the moment was shattered by Ron’s furious shout. “THAT’S IT!”

Before either Cheryl or Danny could react, Ron stormed forward, the camping lantern in his hand swinging wildly. “You little bastard!” he bellowed, bringing the lantern down hard on the back of Danny’s head.

Danny let out a muffled groan before collapsing onto Cheryl, his weight pressing her into the blanket. Cheryl gasped, her hands instinctively coming up to cradle his head. “Ron!” she exclaimed, glaring up at her husband. “What the hell are you doing?!”

Ron stood over them, breathing heavily, the lantern still clutched in his hand. “What am I doing? What the hell are you doing?! He was... he was—”

“I know exactly what he was doing,” Cheryl snapped, her voice sharp as she cut him off. “And now you’ve knocked him out! What were you thinking? You could’ve seriously hurt him!”

Ron’s face reddened further, but his anger began to falter under Cheryl’s stern gaze. “I... I didn’t mean to knock him out,” he muttered, lowering the lantern. “I just—he—Cheryl, he was...”

“Yes, Ron, I know what he was doing,” Cheryl said, her tone softening as she adjusted Danny’s **** form. His head rested against her chest, his body still nestled between her legs. “But now we need to think about what to do next.”

“What to do next?” Ron echoed, his voice rising again. “We get him out of here, that’s what we do!”

“And risk injuring him further?” Cheryl countered, her hands stroking Danny’s hair absentmindedly. “Look at him. He’s out cold. Moving him could make it worse.”

Ron hesitated, his grip tightening on the lantern as he looked between his wife and the young man lying on top of her. “So what? We just... leave him there?”

“For now,” Cheryl said firmly. “Let him wake up on his own. It’s the safest option.”

Ron’s jaw worked, his frustration evident, but he didn’t argue. “Fine,” he muttered. “But as soon as he’s awake, he’s gone.”

“Agreed,” Cheryl said, her voice calm. “Now help me adjust him so he’s comfortable.”

Ron groaned, setting the lantern down and moving reluctantly to help. Together, they shifted Danny slightly, his weight still pressing against Cheryl, his face nestled against her neck. Ron scowled, his discomfort palpable as he watched his wife’s gentle care.

“This is insane,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Absolutely insane.”

Cheryl glanced up at him, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “You’re not wrong,” she admitted, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “But sometimes life throws us unexpected opportunities.”

Ron gave her a long, hard look before throwing his hands up in exasperation. “You’re impossible,” he grumbled, retreating to his stool and plopping down with a heavy sigh.

Cheryl looked down at Danny, her expression softening as she stroked his hair. “Rest up,” she murmured, more to herself than to him. “We’ll figure this out when you wake.”

Cheryl lay back on the blanket, the weight of Danny’s **** body pressing against her. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing uneven—not from the confrontation with Ron, but from the knowledge of what had just transpired. Danny’s warmth was still inside her, his seed a tangible reminder of the virility she had so desperately craved. More than that, his body remained nestled against hers, his length still buried within her, as if his **** state hadn’t robbed him of his instinctive readiness.

Ron, having huffed and muttered himself into exhaustion, sat slumped on a nearby camping stool, his head tipped forward, snoring softly. Cheryl glanced at him and suppressed a smirk. Oh, Ron... you couldn’t get it together, and yet here we are.

She looked down at Danny, her fingers brushing through his hair absently. Despite the ridiculousness of the situation, she couldn’t help but feel... exhilarated. The sheer accident of it all had awakened something primal within her, a raw, uninhibited energy she hadn’t felt in years. And the young man’s body—strong, youthful, and still so very much alive against hers—made her pulse quicken in anticipation.

Suddenly, Cheryl felt a subtle shift, a twitch inside her that made her eyes widen. “Danny?” she whispered, but he didn’t respond. Or so she thought.

Then it happened again—a firmer movement this time, accompanied by a low, **** groan. His hips pressed against hers, and Cheryl gasped as she realized what was happening. Danny was waking up, and more than that, his body was already responding to hers.

She looked down, her heart racing as she saw his eyes flutter open. His gaze was hazy at first, his head still cradled against her chest, but as awareness dawned, his body stiffened—quite literally. Cheryl bit her lip as she felt him harden inside her, his length pressing even deeper.

“Oh god,” Danny murmured, his voice groggy. His hands gripped the blanket beneath them, his hips instinctively rocking forward. “I... I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

Cheryl gasped softly, her hands flying to his shoulders. “Danny,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of surprise and something deeper. “You’re awake.”

“I... I am,” he said, his face buried against her chest. He froze, clearly unsure of what to do, but his body betrayed him, pressing forward again. Cheryl moaned quietly, her head falling back as her hands slid to his back.

“Danny,” she said softly, her voice barely above a breath. “It’s okay.”

His gaze snapped up to meet hers, his eyes wide with disbelief. “It... it is?”

“Yes,” she murmured, her legs shifting slightly to hold him tighter. “Don’t stop.”

Danny’s hesitation melted away in an instant. With a groan, he began moving in earnest, his hips rocking against hers with increasing urgency. Cheryl moaned, her hands guiding him, encouraging his rhythm. She had no intention of letting this moment pass her by. It was wild, reckless, and exactly what she needed.

Her body responded eagerly, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts, her nails raking lightly down his back. Danny, for all his inexperience, made up for it with sheer enthusiasm. His movements were raw and instinctive, each one sending waves of pleasure through her.

Cheryl bit her lip, glancing over at Ron, who was still snoring softly on the stool. She smiled to herself, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she wrapped her legs tighter around Danny, pulling him even closer.

“Don’t hold back,” she whispered, her voice breathless. “Give me everything.”

Danny groaned in response, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her with a newfound confidence. Cheryl arched beneath him, her cries muffled against his shoulder as she surrendered completely to the moment. It was raw, intense, and utterly consuming, her body trembling with each surge of pleasure.

As they reached their peak together, Cheryl clung to him, her nails digging into his back as her body tightened around him. Danny cried out, his movements faltering as he spilled into her once more, his release warm and deep. Cheryl gasped, her head tipping back as she rode out the waves of ecstasy, her body trembling in satisfaction.

When it was over, they lay tangled together on the blanket, their breathing heavy and uneven. Cheryl stroked Danny’s hair, her lips curving into a soft smile. “You’re quite something,” she murmured.

Danny, still catching his breath, glanced up at her sheepishly. “I... I don’t even know what to say.”

Cheryl chuckled, pressing a finger to his lips. “Don’t say anything,” she said, her voice low and soothing. “Just rest.”

Ron snorted in his sleep, shifting slightly but not waking. Cheryl glanced at him, then back at Danny, her smile widening. “And maybe be a little quieter next time,” she teased.

Danny blinked, his face turning crimson. “Next time?”

Cheryl’s laughter was soft but full of promise. “We’ll see,” she said, her fingers brushing his cheek. “We’ll see.”