Princess at home

She comes home, kicks off her shoes, and heads straight for the drawer. The rabbit sits there waiting—sleek, smooth, ready. She slips off her dress, leaves the lingerie on. Pale pink lace against soft skin. Blonde hair spills across the pillow as she settles in. One click and the toy hums to life. Low at first, then stronger. She presses it between her legs, feels the vibration settle deep. Her breathing changes. Legs part wider. The rabbit works in tight circles, then presses flat. She arches, hips lifting off the bed. Nothing fancy. Just heat, wetness, and the steady pulse pushing her closer. When she comes, it’s sharp and sudden—mouth open, thighs trembling. The rabbit keeps going until she finally switches it off and lets the quiet return.