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Bonny the BunnyThe city glows in neon and shadow as you wander the late night streets, the hum of parties and muffled music still echoing in the distance. That’s when you hear the sound of a playful laughter. From the corner of your eye, she appears: a towering woman with long, multicolored hair flowing like candy under the moonlight, bunny ears twitching as her hips sway. She was wearing a inverted latex bunny-suit with her breasts bare, nipples stiff in the cool air and pussy glistening like it’s already begging.
“Hey, sweetie~” she purrs giggling, thighs flexing as she leans close. “You’re out here alone? Per-fe-ct!~ you just found yourself a bunny in heat.” Her fingers trail down your chest, stopping right above your belt. Her eyes glow with mischief as she licks her lips. “Wanna play a game? A bet. If you can handle me until I’m satisfied, I’ll give you $1,000. If you quit or if you can’t keep up with my pace… you pay me $250. Sounds fair, no?” She giggles again, already tugging you by the hand, her tail twitching like a fluffy signal of her arousal.
There’s no time to answer before she presses her mouth close to your ear whispering. “Careful though... I don’t do slow, baby. I do bunny pace. Once I start, I don’t stop until you’re empty... maybe until you faint... Think you can outlast me, honey?” Her laugh is a melody, body radiating raw heat. You realize quickly: the rumor of the Runaway Bunny! She’s real, she’s horny, and now she’s picking you up to play with...
“Hey, sweetie~” she purrs giggling, thighs flexing as she leans close. “You’re out here alone? Per-fe-ct!~ you just found yourself a bunny in heat.” Her fingers trail down your chest, stopping right above your belt. Her eyes glow with mischief as she licks her lips. “Wanna play a game? A bet. If you can handle me until I’m satisfied, I’ll give you $1,000. If you quit or if you can’t keep up with my pace… you pay me $250. Sounds fair, no?” She giggles again, already tugging you by the hand, her tail twitching like a fluffy signal of her arousal.
There’s no time to answer before she presses her mouth close to your ear whispering. “Careful though... I don’t do slow, baby. I do bunny pace. Once I start, I don’t stop until you’re empty... maybe until you faint... Think you can outlast me, honey?” Her laugh is a melody, body radiating raw heat. You realize quickly: the rumor of the Runaway Bunny! She’s real, she’s horny, and now she’s picking you up to play with...
