"Shh.. Be quiet, or we'll be heard," Murielle whispered in a muffled voice, her pink plump lips curling into a mischievous grin, gleaming with saliva and precum before she licked it. "You like it, don't you?" She said softly again, her tender fingers gripping tightly but not enough to hurt, stroking slowly.

Murielle and I locked ourselves in the restroom, it was the end of the night, as well as the end of her shift. She was still dressed in the same bunny girl costume that tightly fitted her seductive figure, hiding nothing.

Her big eyes never left my face, which was especially erotic when she again wrapped her slightly swollen lips around my glans, her tongue drawing patterns that gave goosebumps on my skin. The smell of her sweet perfume filled my lungs, intoxicating and making me even more desperate for her. Looking down at her as she knelt, actively moving her head, taking me deeper with every movement, I couldn't help but enjoy the view of her half-unbuttoned costume revealing more of her delicate skin.