One of my furry friends paid me his yearly visit bright and early this morning while I was out in the yard hiding eggs for the little ones. I should’ve known I was going to see him, he can’t resist hopping by my place to conceal some sweets in my cum container every season! I was all decked out in one of my slinkiest leopard print dresses with no panties as usual, and when I bent over to hide an egg in the shrubbery, I heard that familiar, whacky voice in my ear. He chuckled, “I’m gonna root around in your shrubbery, you hot bitch.”
Not gonna lie, I got so scared that I actually pissed myself a bit. I mean, I should’ve expected it since he’s here every year, but on a peaceful, sunny Sunday morning in your own yard, you’d be pretty fucking surprised to hear that shit, too! Tell me you wouldn’t piss yourself! Anyway, as my hot golden stream trickled down my sun warmed thigh, Mr. EB immediately hopped down and deeply inhaled my scent all over my long legs.
His ears weren’t the only thing that perked up, let me tell you! That man-bunny was packing a massive pink rod of epic proportions and I could tell by the look in his crazed eyes that he was about to show me what Easter was really all about. I was still on my knees so pushing me over to get my pussy in prime pumping position was no problem at all. He grabbed me by my scruff, shoved my face into the dirt and started wailing away at my tight little rabbit hole, pounding fast and hard just like you’d expect.
As he wailed away on my wonder puss, my entire family wandered into the yard to see if the little ones could hunt for eggs yet, only to find that the hunt was already on. The only difference was that the hunter wasn’t the tots, it was Mr. EB, and the eggs that were being hunted weren’t the colorful candy filled sort, they were my own! Every last one of my family members watched as I got used like a fuck toy by some furry freak, until he finally finished off and dumped his sweet cream deep into my cunny cache.
He hopped away with a chuckle as quickly as he arrived, leaving me useless and writhing on the ground next to my toppled basket of scattered goodies. Next year I’m going to remember that I’m going to have a hoppity hornball backyard Easter visitor. I’ll be ready for my furry friend to dye my eggs with his milky cum!
The feeling of paper in my hands was only matched in gratification by the gyrating of my hips on a thick cock. I counted my green one bill at a time, dripping need down tonight’s stud. Two thousand one hundred, two thousand two hundred, it was intoxicating. A warmth flowed up from below at a rhythmic pace and I couldn’t tell what I liked more, the luxury in my hand or the steadily pumping big dick messing up my insides just the way I like it. I could feel his heartbeat through his throbbing, and I bounced my hips just right so my ass slapped against his thighs. Three thousand, I finished counting my recent haul, and dropped my hand deep below. I ran a tingly finger over my cunt’s happy button before gripping his balls. I felt them thrumming, desire flowing, I wanted it all inside me. I turned back towards him and gave him a look that made my demand clear, and he gave my womb every single last drop his huge cock could give. He had such a nice spunk that I couldn’t help but relish the hot feel of it all flowing into my womb.
