Fuck Like a Bunny: Spring Fever Unleashed

My high libido never takes a break and neither do I. Which is why I like to fuck like a bunny.

Last weekend, my ex husband and I were enjoying the first warm day of spring. We went to a botanical garden and he noticed one of the gardeners checking me out. I wore a little skirt and a top that showed my cleavage, plus heels. I made sure I dressed so everyone knew I liked to fuck like a bunny. My ex husband picked up on it, but he decided today he was going to change the game. We got to the ‘welcome spring’ section of the garden with plenty of tulips, roses, and big flowering bushes. That was when he asked if I wanted to fuck like a bunny today. I said yes. It never mattered where we were or who was around. The bigger the audience the better in my opinion.

When I nodded, he pulled me behind one of the flowering bushes. I noticed that the gardener had followed us. He held a hose while watering some of the plants, hidden by thick green leaves. He watched as my ex husband put me on all fours and pushed my skirt up to show my round ass. I wore not panties – not when I wanted to fuck like a bunny. My ex husband worked his hand between my legs first and whispered in my ear. “Show him how much you like to fuck like a bunny. He might have to keep you quiet.”

I watched the gardener and moaned while palming my breast under my shirt.

I tried to hide my moans, but they just kept coming out as my ex husband worked his fingers deeper and deeper. The gardener was already hard. He moved closer and I was afraid he was going to say that I couldn’t fuck like a bunny here. Instead, he just stood in front of me, watching my ex husbands hand work until I heard a zipper drop. My ex husband thrusted into me and my moan was way too loud. I was sure that some of the other people heard me. When I fuck like a bunny, I can’t be quiet.

My ex husband thrusted into me harder, sending me forward towards the gardener. He told the man that I needed to be quiet if I wanted to keep fucking like a bunny. The gardener lifted my chin while my boyfriend jerked me down on top of him so I was at the perfect height to blow him.

He unzipped his pants, showing his cock, but just stroked it while working his thumb into my mouth over and over. I let my eyes closed and savored being fucked like a bunny. My ex husband was so good at it, letting me bounce on his cock over and over again. I loved being so naughty. Being so close to being in public, watching a stranger as he stroked himself to the sight of me being a good girl made it even better, so close to the power of cuckolding.

I wanted to fuck like a bunny and my ex husband always made sure I got my wish.

My moan echoed around us when I found the rhythm I needed and the gardener moved his hand into my hair, guiding me forward until his cock filled my throat. My eyes rolled back. The men bounced me between them making my fantasy of fucking like a bunny come to life fully. The only thing better than getting to fuck like a bunny was pleasing two men while doing it. The gardener grunted and hid his moans while I slurped and sucked his cock until my eyes rolled back and he came down my throat.

I didn’t stop, continuing to suck and lick him gently while making sure I got every drop like the good girl I was. My ex husband swatted my ass, reminding me that I still needed to fuck like a bunny to get him off too. It wasn’t going to take either of us very long when we could hear other people laughing and talking on the other side of the blooming bush we were behind.

I picked up the pace, really bouncing on my ex husband as I rolled my hips. We fucked like bunnies – fast, hard, and without care – until I came and dragged him into the orgasm with me. He pulled out just enough to come all over my thighs and ass. The gardener groaned and told us to behave the rest of the time we were there, but I couldn’t make a single promise. I wanted to fuck like a bunny and that meant giving into the pleasure whenever possible.

Do you think you can keep up and help me fuck like a bunny constantly?

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