Good bunny," his voice was low, deep, and commanding. "Now I want you to imagine me… my c**k, hard, big, buried inside your p***y. Can you feel it?"
My breath hitched, cheeks flushed. I nodded slightly, letting my mind picture him his big veined c**k, and slowly added another finger, pushing in deeper.
"Now… start thrusting faster," he said, his tone sharp but teasing. "Faster, harder… f**k yourself for me. Show me how much you want my c**k inside you. Let me see it, bunny."
I obeyed, moving my fingers in and out with more urgency. My hips began to rise with each thrust, my body trembling from the growing heat. The imagining his c**k inside my p***y made me drip, the memory of his hands and his lips, made me moan louder, soft cries filling the quiet room.
"Yeah like that," he
