I’m Your Bunny Girl

"Does it feel good, Kouhei?" Hina's voice was laced with sin, thick with desire, her breath warm against his skin as she gazed down at him with half-lidded eyes. Her expression was dripping with lust, a perfect picture of temptation. It was such a succubus thing to say—sultry, teasing, and utterly wicked.

Kouhei's cock twitched violently in response, aching with unbearable need. Precum was leaking in thick, obscene amounts, trailing down his shaft and pooling onto his stomach in glistening streaks. It was so much that it looked like he was already cumming, his body betraying just how agonizingly turned on he was.