“See? Now you’re acting like a good boyfriend…”

She mustered the kneeling and prostrated Rabbit.

“So, as a reward, I’m gonna treat you like your father treated your mother…”

Swaying her hips and by proxy her strapped-on cock at him.

“Spit on it… but not a lot, okay… I want you to really feel what she felt… when he fucked her… okay?”

He would carefully raise his head, looking up at the Misses and the big cock swaying over him. Nodding his head he would sit up and raise his shaking hand to grab the base of the cock. At hirst his lips parted to potentially drool over it but he halted… he wasn’t meant to think… was that not why he had gotten scolded earlier? Miss told him to spit… and so he did.

“Y-yes Miss, as you wish of your slut…”

Drawing a sharp breath he spat the first glob of saliva against the tip. Leaning it to better reach the sides he would pucker his lips to send more saliva flying against the rubbery cock.

Her hand rested on his head, her lips pulled into a smirk towards the pathetic little creature. Every so often jabbing the cock against his face, smearing the saliva on his cheeks, lips and chin. Allowing for no more than three spits before gripping his hair hard.

“Ah, ah, aaaahh… someones trying to make my dick too sleek… What did I say? Your mother was barely wet when your father came along so… be a good boy and follow my lead… after all, you want to be my boyfriend, right?”

He let out a whimpered groan as he was pulled to his feet by his hair, quickly trying to scramble after the Miss, before he found himself thrust towards the throne standing by the wall. Raising his hands he manages to catch himself just before his face would have firmly planted against the smooth wooden surface.

“Face down, ass up honey…”

Softly bowing his head, he used the chance to speak, fearing he might get punished if he took his time to catch his breath first.

“Y-yes Miss… apologies… Yes… th-this…”

Shaking his head.

“-Your- … c-cumslut… would like… that…”

As he tried his best to relax his muscles. No sooner had he spoken those words would he feel that thick, rubbery head of her cock line and prod itself against his rather tight muscle.

She only needed a press of her index and middle finger to line up the tip of her cock with his ring.

“Now… like all good boyfriends… you have to tell your woman what you want okay… soft… hard… rough… raw… and like a good girlfriend…”

A smirk on her lips.