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!
