“Hey!” I protested, immediately trying to close my thighs, and crushing his head between them. “This is no flower patch, mister!” Bunny lifted his head, caressing my inner thighs soothingly. He looked at my face, slightly confused. “Of course I know your vagina is not a flower,” he said. “Flowers are boring. And your scent is textured, unique, and intoxicating. Smelling you has just made me so hard, my penis hurts. Please, don’t deny me. I want to smell you every time I get a chance, fill myself with it. Please.”
