it’s bunnytime

“You’re such a pervert for liking this”

“You’re so dirty”

“Imagine if other people knew how perverted you are”

“You’ve been so naughty”

“Aww are you embarrassed?”

she’s lost somewhere between pleasure and delirium, wrecked past the point of resistance, past the point of coherence. breathy, broken whimpers fall from her lips, her eyes unfocused, her mind long since unraveled. yet still, i don’t stop

my hands gripping her trembling thighs, spreading her wider, forcing her to accept every relentless thrust. my fingers pressing against her swollen clit

rubbing, teasing, torturing...

her body betrays her : hips rolling, needy pussy clenching, craving more even as she shakes her pretty head, even as her moans dissolve into helpless cries

"one more, you can take it, darling doll."

it's a lie

Having an open use agreement with your bunny hybrid girlfriend, so long as you're in your apartments, you are free game to each other, and you have made good use of that recently. Making use of the way she stands in front of the sink while waiting for a pot to fill, to slink your arms around her waist, resting your chin on her shoulder as you hush her questions with roaming hands.

Pushing her shirt up and cupping one of her breasts as you kiss along her neck, nibbling and sucking little marks into her skin. Feeling how she melts against you when you turn the tap off and slip your other hand down the front of her shorts, slipping your fingers across her folds and gently teasing your way to circling her clit.

You can feel her tail twitch and move as it presses against your stomach, cooing about such a pretty bunny getting caught by such a simple trap.

Laughing as she spreads her legs a little more to let your hand properly work between her thighs, sighing as you feel her slick coat your fingertips as you tease her by dipping just barely inside her before pulling back to circle here entrance, waiting till you hear a little breathy plea of 'please' before sinking two fingers into her.

Letting go of the breast you had been playing with to tilt her chin towards you, kissing her languidly as she moans and shivers through your fingers curling against the sweet spot of her cunt.

Feeling the slick slowly pool in the curve of your palm as you let her grind against your hand, encouraging her to use you palm between kisses, watching as he thighs shake and she arches against you, one of her legs thumping against the floor as she chases a high that you may or may not be keeping just out of reach as you slip your fingers out and hold them up to let her suck the taste of herself off your fingers.

Pulling away and watching as, without your support, she slumps against the sink, looking back at you with big, desperate eyes, adjusting her stance and pulling down her shorts to beg for you to let her cum as she spreads her own folds open and flicks her little cotton tail as if to entice you back into touching her.

when you can't decide what to order, he takes the menu and picks for you.

when you're scared in a big crowd, he grabs you by the hand and pulls you along, pushing everyone out of the way.

when you don't know what color outfit to wear, he chooses the one that suits you best and demands you wear it.