Chapter 23 - Exotic Play
“Wow.”
To be honest, I was floored.
I never imagined Irene would actually wear something like that.
And seeing her killer body in it? It was a whole different level of hot compared to those Bunny Girl Cafe waitresses.
And above all...
“This is amazing.”
The fact that I could touch a woman dressed like this for real? Pure bliss.
I climbed on top just like Irene wanted, unable to hold back my ragged breaths.
Her choosing to wear this herself, the outfit itself, the whole bunny concept—it all had me rock hard.
“What’re you staring at like that...”
Irene averted her eyes in embarrassment, but I turned her face back to meet my gaze.
The more she tried to hide, the more her reactions turned me on.
“How’d you even get this?”
“...I bought it with the food. Told the owner I’d use it secretly at night, and he laughed and sold it to me no problem.”
No wonder the paper bag looked bulkier than the food haul.
But who cares about that gossip.
The important thing was Irene in her full bunny girl getup.
Exact replica of a waitress outfit.
Arms barely covered.
Bunny ears on her head.
Nipple sticker patches that didn’t even hide her areolas completely.
A patch over her pussy too.
Beyond it, that valley every guy dreams of.
Ass fully exposed, with a cute little round bunny tail at the base of her spine.
Lower body basically naked except for the legs.
And high heels to top it off.
A dream come true.
Irene wore this for sex?
Just for me?
Not for any reason, but purely to fuck?
The thought alone was insanely hot.
I wanted to burst right then.
“You’re staring so much... You like it that much?”
“Yeah. Love it.”
“You really are a perv, Maurice~ Getting off on this outfit...”
“It’s ’cause you wore it to fuck. Knowing you dressed up just to turn me on for mating? My dick’s thrilled—why wouldn’t it be?”
Irene giggled.
“Thrilled?”
“Yeah. Thrilled. Thanks, Irene. You in this? I could pray to you right now.”
“You know how I want those prayers, right? Come on, Maurice.”
She pointed to her breasts.
Nipples peeking under the sticker patches.
Peel them off, and there they were.
I could rip them with my fingers, but I chose another way.
“Ahh... with your tongue...”
I pressed my lips to her neck.
Kissed it, sucked a little, left my mark.
Then slowly descended.
Licking down her upper body with my tongue until I reached her breasts.
Licked them all over.
“Ahh...”
Irene let out soft moans nonstop.
Her body twitched and jerked.
Great reaction.
I licked from the outside in, circling closer.
Hit the areola, then the sticker on her nipple touched my lips.
I grabbed it with my teeth and peeled it off.
“Hngh!”
There it was—her flushed pink nipple.
I sucked and licked it like a welcome-home kiss.
Irene moaned.
Growing louder.
Before it peaked, I stopped licking and moved to the other breast.
Same treatment.
Licked all over, then the sticker, peeled it with my mouth.
Licked the areola slow, then chomp—bit the nipple with my teeth.
“Haaah! Not so hard—!”
Irene convulsed in pleasure.
I didn’t stop—kept teasing the other nipple with my fingers.
Shaking it up and down, pinching hard sometimes, rubbing the underboob while stimulating the tip.
“Maurice, that... that feels so good...”
Just as her hips bucked, I paused.
Her breathing grew heavy.
She was getting wetter, more attuned to the arousal.
I pulled my tongue back and looked at her face.
Her melting expression was so beautiful, I couldn’t resist kissing her.
“Mmm... mmph...”
Our tongues intertwined in a slow, deep kiss.
She loved it, wrapping her arms around me, eyes closed, savoring every texture—soft, sometimes rough.
“Pha...”
I pulled my tongue out.
A string of saliva connected us before snapping.
Irene’s chest heaved, anticipating the next round.
I licked down the center of her body.
Hit her stomach, licked every inch—the folds, the curves.
Circled slowly toward her core, reached her navel.
And licked it.
“Hyah?! That’s... dirtier...!”
“Nothing’s dirty on a Saintess...”
Irene wasn’t dirty.
I licked her navel.
“Hiiyaah...”
A moan mixing tickle, stimulation, lust—or all three.
I kept going lower.
“Hyah?!”
She startled.
I was heading straight for her privates.
Licked along the groin, reached the sticker patch on her pussy.
“Haa... haa... You’re gonna do it?”
I carefully licked around it in circles.
Then pressed my mouth to the patch.
“...You are.”
Peeled it off with my teeth.
“Haa... haa...”
My breath hit her.
Her pristine white pussy came into view.
Always perfectly groomed—easy to lick, easy to find the entrance.
The valley guys chase forever.
And it was already flowing with juices.
Begging for my tongue to lap it clean.
So I did.
“Ahh...”
Licked everywhere.
The folds, the walls.
Her pussy clenched my tongue, writhing like it was ready for more.
So.
“Irene... flip over for a sec...?”
“Huh...? Backdoor today?”
“Bunnies do it from behind, right? Gotta do it like bunnies.”
“True... hehe...”
She flipped obediently.
Her plump ass and the beautiful exposed slit stared back.
I dropped my pants.
My throbbing cock at its limit.
Pushed into that valley.
“Hnnngh!”
And started pounding mercilessly.
“Irene...! You in this bunny outfit—it’s driving me insane!”
“Wore it to turn you on... hng! So... hng! Pound me hard...!”
No mercy for beasts.
This wasn’t human sex—we were rabbits mating.
Grabbed her ass like handles.
Firm yet soft—perfect grip.
“Haaah... Feels so good from behind...!”
Irene was losing it too.
Her hips arched naturally, moving with my thrusts.
Like she was adjusting her ass to make it easier for me.
Her juices kept flowing.
White nectar soaking my cock, the sheets.
The wetter it got, the smoother the slide—and the tighter her pussy clenched.
“Hng! Right there, there!”
Her walls danced in joy, spasming around me.
Figuring out how to squeeze my cock happier, how to milk the mating seed.
“Haaaah... Too good...!”
Irene wailed like she was crying, moans nonstop.
Sometimes burying her face in the pillow to muffle them.
Irene’s pussy was always the best.
But tonight? Next level.
The bunny suit effect? Our extra horniness?
Didn’t matter—just enjoy the ecstasy.
“Irene... Irene...!”
I slapped her ass.
“Hng?!”
It clenched harder.
I kept slapping.
She moaned louder, hornier.
No protests—just pure pleasure, tightening nonstop, bucking her hips.
Her ass was red with handprints, but I didn’t care.
The slap of flesh fueled my lust, rippling down to her pussy, squeezing my cock tighter.
Kept spanking and thrusting as the urge to cum built.
Held it back.
Wanted to savor this bliss longer.
This peak I’d forget after one shot.
I pounded on.
Her tightening pussy welcoming every thrust.
“Haaah... Irene... Gonna cum soon...”
“Hng...? Cum inside... I’m your irresponsible creampie cumdump—fill me up...♡”
Her last words revved me up.
Fine, you cumdump slut.
I’ll flood you like you want.
Pump you full till your womb reeks of my cum.
“Grrah—cumming!”
Blasted deep into her womb.
“Hnnnngh!!!”
-Spluuuurt spluuuurt
The creampie went on forever.
“Haa...”
Finally done, I pulled out and brought my cock to her mouth.
“Mmm... I’ll clean it up...”
Irene licked without hesitation, sucking off the leftover cum and her own juices spotless.
“You came buckets...”
She sat up, saw the cum overflowing her pussy.
Scooped it with her fingers and ate it.
“Thicker than usual today... Guess my outfit worked that well?”
She flashed a V-sign with both hands, grinning.
That did it.
“Oh my.”
My cock sprang back up.
“Long night ahead...?”
“...Yeah. Might not let you sleep.”
“Come on then... to your Maurice-exclusive cum-processing pussy...♡”
She spread her pussy open.
Until Irene and Maurice's deaths.