Enter the Rabbit's Hole!

Easter morning. She’s waiting in the hallway like a present someone unwrapped too early—platinum hair, glossy lips, and nothing between her and the air but a pair of sheer white stockings. Aubrey Addams. The bunny of the hour. She spots him, flashes a small wicked smile, and drops to her knees before the door even closes. Her fingers are already busy at his zipper, nails flashing pink. A quick lick, and she has him in her mouth—soft, wet heat drawing him deeper with every nod of her head. She works him until he’s stiff and throbbing, spit glistening at the corners of her lips, then stands, turns, and presents the real holiday treat: the pale curve of her ass bent over the arm of the couch. He takes the cue, slides in from behind, drives deep, and she moans, loud, appreciative, like it’s exactly what she hid in the basket. He fucks her hard enough to make her ears slip off her headband, blonde hair tumbling into her eyes, until he can’t hold it. She turns, drops again, opens wide. Thick ropes land across her tongue, her cheek, a final streak across her lashes—her eyes still sparkling like it’s the best surprise of all.