bunny꒷꒦🩹

my name is ren

Feeling the hair on my body rise as I hear the door open. The sterile scent lingering in the air. The sound of freshly waxed shoes approaching me while I lay undressed on the examining table. The light above me is blinding. That's when I feel cold hands brush my belly button, slowly moving up my body. He says something, but it's barely audible to me. My senses are fleeting as the drugs in the IV begin to make my head swirl. Something about it is so intoxicatingly divine. I can feel his hands on my chest as he coos and talks me through it. I can smell the cologne he picked. Probably something expensive. My body is sensitive to his touch. He pokes and prods at every inch of me slower until I feel him spread my legs. His husky voice murmurs "good bunny" as I feel him pressing inside of me. My body is too heavy to fight back. Some part of me feels the need to run and hide. The other part feels like I'm in total ecstasy. He needs me. He needs to use me to feel good. I see the sweat forming on his brow as he grips either side of the table, thrusting rough into me. I can only choke out disoriented squeaks each time he fills my insides. He offers a rough "good boy" and sends me over the edge.