A cage

Underneath the extremely short puffy dress was a tiny pink cage, covering a dripping tiny cock. You don’t get to look long before they straddle you lap, taking a swig from the pitcher before leaning down, grabbing the back of your head and kissing you. As your mouth open in reception she pushes the beer out of her mouth and down your throat.

You swallow the gulps of beer as you meet her kiss, head dizzy at the sudden passionate mamma birding. When they break the kiss you instantly ding the pitcher at your lips, pouring in a mouthful before the bunny kisses again and sucks the ale out.

This goes back and forth, oblivious to your surroundings as you two share the whole pitcher thus way, kissing and swallowing ale from the other: by the time you finish you are equally drunk and horny, not helped by the bunnies grinding on your own pitched tent.

“Fuck that was hot. Do you have time to join me in the back?” They moan into your lips.

Fuck… you had a match. But you could have some fun, right?