My chest rose and fell fast under the rabbit mask, my c**k straining against my briefs, leaking through the thin fabric.
The wolf crowded me against the wall, claws dragging down my chest, slowly. “Take it off,” he growled.
My fingers fumbled at the zipper, tugging the costume open. The rabbit suit peeled away, ears drooping, fur sliding down until I was left in just my underwear. My c**k tented the fabric, soaked at the tip.
The wolf’s gaze dropped. “Pretty little rabbit,” he rumbled. “All soft and ready to be eaten.”
Before I could reply, he shoved me back onto a low bench, the kind meant for changing costumes. I sat down hard, my knees spreading instinctively. He dropped to his haunches between them, muzzle pushing against my stomach. The heat of his breath seared through the thin c
