The Secret Side of rabbit miku

Silk ropes bind her wrists gently in rabbit miku, heightening every sensation. Blindfolded, she can only feel—fingers trailing fire across sensitive skin while she murmurs “rabbit miku.” A vibrating toy hums to life against her clit in rabbit miku, making her writhe deliciously. She begs “more rabbit miku,” voice breaking as the intensity builds. The camera drinks in every tremble, every bead of sweat in rabbit miku until the toy presses deeper and she shatters, screaming “rabbit miku” into the darkness, body convulsing in bound ecstasy.