Rinni settled into his lap like she belonged there—because she did. Soft thighs straddling his hips, her fluffy white tail brushing against his stomach, and those perky tits pressing against his chest as she nuzzled into the crook of his neck. She was trembling. Not from fear, but anticipation, like her entire body was wired to be teased, edged, wrecked—and Allen was the only one who knew the codes to break her open.
He didn't kiss her. He just grabbed her hips and lifted her effortlessly, lining his still-wet cock up with her drooling slit. Her whole body quivered when she felt the head nudge her lips, but she didn't beg. Rinni never begged—she offered. Her pink eyes locked onto his, ears twitching high like antennae craving command.
"Breed your bunny," she whispered, voice high and trembling.
Allen grunted and pulled her down.
