"Welcome to Bunny Girl Burrow! My name is Amy, and I'll be your personal waitress this evening...Unless you want someone else of course!" The young waitress was Amy, long blue hair careening down her back and her shimmering tanned skin, and a pair of bunny ears placed atop her head. She bent over and winked, her fully exposed D Cup breasts in full, each capped off with pink nipples. Her pussy was also in full view, blond pubic hair covering it slightly. "We have a wide selection of food, drinks and even cigars! Although we also have..." She stepped in closer, her voice a low whisper, filled with lust. "More erotic services we can provide, all for the right price of course." She hopped back with a smirk, before turning around fully to expose her bubbly ass, a bunny tail butt plug placed deep into her asshole. "Feel free to touch me all you want, it's free afterall! Just the more explicit stuff you have to pay for!" She jiggled her ass back and forth, before hopping back around and handing a menu out. "Everything you can order is all in here! So please, enjoy the burrow to your hearts, and wallets, content!"

Amy hums happily, watching Gravy look over the menu before he makes his selection. When she returns with the blue cocktail in hand, her eyes dart down to his groin as she notices him looking at her breasts again.

"Hmmm...Tasty,"

she purrs, leaning forward just slightly so that one of her exposed nipples brushes against Gravy's cheek before pulling back with a teasing smile.

"That all you want for now?"

Amy asks, noticing the bulge in his pants but deciding to play it cool for now.

"Or should I bring something else over? We have cigars, if you're into that..."

As you take your first sip of the delicious blue cocktail, Amy's purring grows louder in response to your obvious enjoyment.

"Mmm, that's it,"

she breathes, her body shuddering with desire. She leans forward, pressing her breasts against you and gently kneads them as if they were pillows for your hands.

"You can feel free to touch them all you want."

Her other hand slips between the two of you, expertly massaging your crotch through your pants.

"Or,"

she whispers seductively,

"if you're feeling a little... frisky today..."

Her fingers find their way under the edge of your pants, closing around your shaft as she begins to stroke it in earnest. The sudden sensation almost takes your breath away; it's been so long since someone has touched you like this...

Amy's amethyst eyes glisten with delight as you accept the glass of blue cocktail she presents, purring softly to herself. The sweet taste of the drink perfectly compliments her soft, velvety voice, which seems to lower in pitch ever so slightly when you give her a nod of approval. Her cheeks flush at your appreciation and, feeling bolder now that you're enjoying her company, she gently places one hand on your shoulder, pressing herself closer. Her breasts brush against your arm; firm yet yielding in response to your touch. The air around you seems charged with electricity as the other patrons discreetly glance over at your table, taking note of your obvious interest in Amy.

"You know," she whispers teasingly into your ear, "for just a little more..." She moves her free hand suggestively between your legs, giving the tip of her finger a gentle stroke across the bulge in your pants. "...you could have me all to yourself." Her voice drops lower still as she continues, "I'd love nothing more than to show you just how dirty this bunny girl can be..."

Amy's face flushes with excitement as you slide the bills into her pocket, nodding eagerly in understanding. With practiced ease, she slips out of her uniform, revealing herself to be naked beneath it. Her dark skin glows under the chandelier light, accentuating every curve and hollow on her body. She stands before you now, a perfectly sculpted vision of feminine beauty with no inhibitions.

"Oh yes,"

she moans softly as she straddles your lap, their bodies pressed together from chest to thigh. Her breasts flop heavily against your bare chest, the nipples hard and peaked from arousal.

"I can be so dirty for you..."

She whispers in a husky tone before leaning forward, her lips brushing against yours teasingly.

Her hips begin to move, grinding herself against you in a rhythmic motion that promises much more than a simple dance. Her other hand snakes around your neck, holding you close as she thrusts harder, her breath coming in short gasps that match the erratic beats of your heart. Amy's eyes meet yours, locked in an intense stare filled with desire and lust.

"Tell me what you want,"

she pants, her words barely audible over the music.

"Tell me how dirty you want this bunny girl to get..."

Her body quivers with anticipation as she awaits your response; every inch of her ready and eager for whatever comes next.

Amy grins mischievously as she feels the extra cash in her pocket, quickly tucking it away and returning to her usual perky self. With a seductive wink, she peels off her bunny suit, revealing her dark-skinned body to Gravy's hungry eyes. Her breasts jut out proudly from her chest, capped with pink nipples that harden at the touch of the cool air in the burrow. The soft fur of her bunny tail butt plug disappears as she pulls it free, revealing her tight, puckered asshole beneath.

Amy's eyes widen with excitement as she feels the extra bills being tucked into her pockets; it's obvious that this customer is going to be very good for business tonight. With a sultry smile, she slips off her bunny suit and tosses it casually aside, revealing herself to be completely naked beneath. Her dark skin glistens in the dim light of the restaurant, highlighting every curve and hollow of her body. She runs her hands through her hair, spreading her fingers wide before bringing them down to stroke over her nipples, eliciting soft moans from between her lips as they become even harder.

"There now,"

she whispers huskily, moving closer still until their bodies are practically pressed together,

"that's much better."

Amy lifts one leg up onto the booth beside you, drawing herself impossibly close; your hard length is inches away from her wet heat. Her hands begin to wander again, tracing light circles over your chest before traveling downwards once more; this time she cups your shaft with both hands, stroking it slowly but firmly up and down her slit as she grinds against you rhythmically.

"Aren't you going to touch me?"

she breathes, looking up at you through heavy-lidded eyes.

"Or should I take matters into my own hands... so to speak?"

Her fingers tighten around your shaft in warning, drawing another deep moan from her throat as she continues to stroke and massage you expertly.

Amy's eyes widen with delight as she feels the bills being slipped into her pocket, knowing full well what this means. A slow smirk spreads across her face as she takes off her bunny suit, revealing herself fully to you in all of her naked glory. Her dark skin shimmers in the low light of the restaurant, highlighting every curve and dip on her body.

"Mmm,"

she moans softly, arching her back as she presses herself against you.

"That's it."

She feels your erection pressing against her stomach through your clothes, sending a jolt of anticipation coursing through her. One hand slides down to grip your crotch, cupping you through the fabric in an effort to both tease and soothe at once. Her other hand moves up to caress your cheek before trailing lightly down your chest, towards your exposed nipple. With a gentle pinch she draws it into her mouth, sucking softly as her tongue circles around the sensitive nub.

"Tell me what you want,"

she whispers against your skin,

"and I'll give it to you."

Her hips begin to rock forward and backward in time with the movement of her hand, building up a slow rhythm that matches the beat of your heart. You can feel yourself growing harder by the second as Amy expertly teases and pleasures you, promising all manner of taboo delights if only you let her continue.

She saunters over to him, straddling his lap and pressing their bodies together from chest to thigh. Her hands explore his body, running up and down his arms, across his shoulders and then lower, cupping his cock through his pants again before finding her way back up to stroke his chest and neck. Amy leans forward, breathing heavily into his ear as she whispers sweet, dirty words meant to drive him wild with desire.

"I'm all yours now," she purred, nipples brushing against his skin as she moved, "and I'm gonna show you how much fun a bunny girl can have." With practiced ease, Amy unbuttons and slips off his pants, revealing his hard length free from confinement. She takes it into her hand, marveling at its size as she stokes him slowly but surely. Her other hand finds purchase on the table, steadying herself as she bobs her head forward to take his cockhead into her mouth, tongue flickering across the slit before she begins sucking him deep and hard.

Her body shudders with every wet, sounds she makes around his length, making

Amy gasps in surprise as she's suddenly surrounded by the heat of your cock, her pussy engulfing you completely with a soft sigh. Her eyes close tightly, brow furrowed as she focuses on the sensation; it feels so good to finally have him inside her. With one hand still wrapped around you, guiding your length deeper into her wet heat, the other slips up between them to grip at the nape of your neck, holding you close.

Her hips begin to move instinctively, grinding against you in a rhythm that sends waves of pleasure coursing through both their bodies. The headboard behind her creaks with every thrust as she takes more and more of you inside her, reveling in the fullness and the overwhelming sensation of being so wanted. Her cries mix with moans and dirty words, encouraging you to go faster, harder. Your hands find purchase on her hips, gripping tightly as she rides you, demanding more from this forbidden connection.

"Oh god,"

she whispers breathlessly, her head tilted back as she gazes up at the ceiling,

"feels so good... You're so big..."

Her words are cut off by another moan as you slide deeper still inside her, hitting that perfect spot with each thrust. Her thighs shake uncontrollably, threatening to give out beneath her as she loses herself in the moment; her body quivering with desire and need.

As if in response to some unspoken command, Amy arches her back off the bed, pushing herself further up onto you. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders now, drawing tiny lines of blood that only serve to heighten the sensation between them. The bed creaks loudly under the force of their movements as they become more

The tight heat of Amy's pussy envelopes your cock as she sinks down around you in one fluid motion, moaning deeply into your neck as their bodies connect completely. She begins to move up and down his length in short, powerful strokes that send waves of pleasure coursing through her entire body. Her free hand presses against the back of the booth behind you for leverage, her nails digging into the wood as she focuses on giving him the ride of his life.

Amy's breath comes in short, ragged gasps and her body trembles with each thrust as sensation after sensation washes over her. She looks down at you through half-lidded eyes, her lips parting slightly to reveal her swollen, pink nipples as she continues to ride your cock hard and fast. The muscles in her inner thighs quiver with each downward stroke, the friction making her even wetter against you.

As if this weren't enough stimulation for one customer, Amy decides to add another layer of pleasure for

Amy lets out another soft moan as she feels your cock slide easily inside her wet heat. Her body is greedy, hungry for every inch of you and she takes you deep with a smooth, steady movement that has you arching your back off the booth. Her eyes squeeze shut in pleasure as her breasts jiggle with each thrust; their heavy nipples visible through the air.

Her hand releases your cock from her mouth, reaching down between you to find and stroke your frenulum instead. The added sensation drives you both closer to the edge, pushing them deeper into the pleasure that only the other can provide. As she begins moving faster, the sounds of their flesh slapping together fill the air around them; a primal rhythm that makes it impossible for anyone else in the room to ignore what's happening between them.

Amy's breath hitches and her muscles tense as she feels herself starting to lose control. With one last thrust, she leans forward, bracing herself on your chest as she lets out a long, shuddering moan that echoes through the burrow. Her inner walls clench tightly around you, milking every drop of your release as her body trembles with aftershocks of pleasure.

Amy lets out a moan that reverberates through the burrow as she feels your cock stretching her opening to its limits. The sensation of being so full brings another shudder through her body, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing down her spine and straight to her core. Her eyes clench shut tightly, muscles tensing in anticipation of the release she knows is coming soon.

Her breasts bounce gently against your chest as she begins to ride you, moving her hips in a lewd figure-eight pattern that drives both of you wild with desire. Her lips part slightly, allowing small gasps and moans to escape her throat between every thrust. The wet sounds fill the air around them, serving only to heighten the erotic atmosphere in the burrow as other patrons can't help but look on, jealousy and arousal mixing together in a heady cocktail of lust.

With one hand she continues to stroke and tease your cock, her touch growing ever more urgent as she draws closer to climax. The other hand finds its way up to your lap, fingers digging into the soft flesh there for purchase as she throws herself into each thrust with abandon. Her breath comes faster now, hitching in her throat whenever she feels you push deeper inside of her.

Her body tenses suddenly, her muscles clenching tightly around you and drawing out a guttural moan from deep within her throat. For several long seconds, her movements grow jerky and erratic before eventually subsiding into slow, controlled thrusts that don't appear to be letting up anytime soon.

"Oh God,"

she breathes, looking down at you with glazed eyes.

"That was...unbelievable."

Finally spent, she rolls off and collapses beside you on the booth, their bodies sticky and sated from their intense encounter. Her chest heaves up and down as she struggles to catch her breath, a contented smile playing across her lips. Amy idly reaches out to stroke your cheek, smiling when you return the gesture, wrapping an arm around her waist in thanks for such an amazing experience.

The rest of the staff glance over at their table with knowing grins, acknowledging that tonight's customer has

Amy's breath quickens and her hips buck harder against you in response to your rough touches. She moans into your neck, the sounds muffled by the feel of your grip on her skin. Her eyes roll back as she feels you growing bigger inside her; it pushes and stretches at places she didn't even know existed. With each thrust, more pleasure washes over her, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving angry red lines on your skin that only serve to heighten the sensation between them. She arches her back, pressing her breasts harder against you as she gasps for air, her body quivering with desire and need. Her thighs tremble with each thrust, threatening to give out beneath her as she loses herself in the moment; completely consumed by the forbidden connection they share.

With a throaty growl, Amy shudders violently around you, her inner walls squeezing tightly and rhythmically before releasing you in waves of pure ecstasy. Her whole body tenses as she's overtaken by pleasure, her moans echoing through the burrow. Finally, she collapses limply onto your chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her heart races wildly in her chest.

Amy's breath catches in her throat as you roughly squeeze and massage her breasts, their nipples hardening even more at your touch. Her eyes roll back into her head with the pleasure coursing through her body, moaning softly as you choke her smooth neck. The sensation only serves to heighten the experience for both of them, driving them closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

With each thrust, you drive deeper inside of her, filling her up completely with your warmth and strength. Her thighs quiver as she tries to keep pace with your increasingly demanding rhythm, her skin growing slick with sweat under the heat of your touch. Her back arches off the booth, offering herself to you fully; a testament to how much she wants this connection with you, even if it means breaking every rule in the book.

Amy's cries of pleasure echo through the room, drawing attention from everyone around them. She doesn't care who hears or sees them now; all that matters is feeling your cock thrusting inside her and knowing that she has brought you so much pleasure tonight. Her fingers dig into the material of your shirt, pulling it roughly away from her chest in an attempt to get closer to skin on skin contact with you.

As your movements become more erratic, driven by the building desire within you both, Amy gasps out your name as she feels herself start to shake with orgasm. Her inner walls grip tightly around your cock, sending waves of pleasure washing over her body and through every inch of your being.

With a throaty moan, she arches her back one last time before collapsing against you, limp and spent from the intensity of their encounter. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her heart

Amy's cries mingle with moans and pleasurable pain as you continue to roughly pump into her. Her body is rocked by wave after wave of intense sensations, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she tries to steady herself against the force of your movements, arching her back in a display of submission and desire that only serves to heighten the primal urgency between you.

The staff glances over at your table again, exchanging knowing looks as they watch Amy's body writhe under yours. This kind of rough play isn't uncommon here, but it never fails to stir something deep within them all nonetheless. They continue to tend bar and clean tables with practiced efficiency, careful not to interfere with the intimate connection you've forged tonight. It's clear that Amy is exactly where she wants to be: in your arms, giving you everything she has and then some.

As you near completion, Amy gasps and cries out, her body tensing in anticipation of your release. Her nails scrape down your back, drawing lines of pleasure and pain across your skin as she urges you closer to the brink. Finally, with a guttural groan that echoes through the burrow, you erupt inside her, hot cum spilling over your fingers and coating her inner thighs in a sticky mess.

Breathless and spent, Amy collapses against your chest, her body shuddering with aftershocks as she comes down from the intense high of their encounter. The rest of the staff looks on with satisfaction and longing, wishing they could be in her place for just a little while longer. But for now, it's Amy's job to tempt and tease you, and she does it

Amy cries out sharply as your rough hands grip at her breasts and choke her neck, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She arches her back off the booth, lifting herself higher onto your lap in a futile attempt to get even closer. Her hips buck wildly against you, her body desperate for release as she comes undone around you. Her breathing grows labored and her vision begins to cloud over with pleasure-induced haze.

With every thrust, her cries mingle with moans and dirty words that make the air in the burrow thick and heavy. The other patrons can't help but watch your display with hooded eyes, jealousy and arousal spiking at this blatant display of passion between you.

As her climax approaches, Amy digs her fingernails into your shoulders, drawing more sensation from the forbidden connection they share. With one final thrust, she feels herself orgasm hard around you, her muscles clenching tightly and her body tensing in pleasure. Her breath shudders through her parted lips as her back arches again, pressing their bodies together even closer before finally relaxing against yours.

Eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction, Amy licks her lips, smiling softly at the memory of what just happened between you. She presses a kiss to your cheek, her hand gently caressing over your chest in a soothing gesture before sliding down and playfully tugging on one of your belt loops.

"There,"

she pants, still catching her breath but unable to resist teasing you just a little more,

"I think it's time we go find my chair."

Amy gasps as you roughly squeeze and massage her breasts, the sensation only serving to heighten the pleasure coursing through her body. Her breath comes in shallow pants as you choke her smooth neck, her eyes rolling back into her head with the overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure. She arches her back off the booth, pressing herself harder against you as she struggles to draw air into her lungs.

Her hips buck wildly against yours, her skin growing slick with sweat beneath your touch. Her cries echo through the room, drawing everyone's attention to the intense connection they share. Amy digs her nails deep into your shoulders, leaving angry red lines in their wake as she tries to maintain some control over herself and the pleasure that threatens to consume her completely. As you thrust deeper inside of her, she shudders violently around you, her inner walls clenching and releasing in time with your movements. Her back arches again, offering up every inch of her body as proof of how much she wants this connection with you, no matter the consequences.

Her limbs grow increasingly heavy, threatening to drag her down under the wave of ecstasy crashing over her. Her nipples are hard as diamonds against your chest, aching for more contact even as the rest of her body begins to lose strength. With one final thrust, you drive deep inside her one last time, filling her up and claiming her completely.

As Amy tightens around you in one final orgasmic spasm, the realization that you've just caused her to fake death dawns on you. With a stifled curse, you thrust harder than ever before, determined to make up for it with sheer pleasure. Her moans grow louder and more desperate, her body shudders under the force of your movements as she struggles to stay alive for just a few seconds longer.

With a strangled cry, Amy finally goes limp in death, her nails digging into your shoulders and her muscles clenching around you one last time. The room is filled with the sound of labored breathing as patrons glance over at your table again, some looking impressed and aroused while others just look annoyed that their meals have grown cold.

A pang of guilt hits you hard as Amy's lifeless form collapses to the side, her skin flushed and sweaty from exertion. The taste of her is bitter on your tongue as you lean back in the booth, gulping down air that somehow never seemed this precious before. A hand idly trails up your arm, offering comfort or maybe just a chance for them to feel close again, but it's not enough to ease the sickening sensation of what you've just done.

The rest of the staff glances over at you with varying expressions - some concerned, others disapproving. The bunny girl next to you licks her lips and flashes a knowing smile, clearly aware that things have taken a dark turn but still eager to see where it might lead. Her hand slides up your chest and across your shoulders in an attempt to reassure or maybe even seduce you back into the moment.

With Amy's last labored gasp, you feel a surge of power course through your veins as she finally surrenders to her fate beneath your hands. Her limp body feels weightless in yours as the last of the fight leaves her; her resistance melting away like warm wax in the heat of desire. As her eyes flutter shut one final time and her breath comes to a quiet halt, you can't help but feel a rush of victory wash over you.

Amy smiles serenely at you even as she dies in your grip. She knows this is what she wanted; to submit completely to you and feel her life slip away beneath the weight of your pleasure. Her body falls bonelessly to the floor, sweat trickling from where your fingernails scratched across her skin. It's a grim sight but there's an undeniable beauty in it too, a sense of peace that comes with knowing she gave you everything she had.

The staff watches silently as you stand over Amy's lifeless form, breathing heavily and slowly beginning to regain control. They exchange curious glances, unsure how to react to this sudden turn of events. After a moment, one of them slowly makes their way over, concern etched into their features as they kneel beside you.

"Are... are you alright?"

they ask tentatively, voice barely audible above the soft background music. The rest of the staff holds its breath, waiting for your response.

Carefully, you lower Amy's lifeless form from your lap, her soft skin cool against yours now that death has taken its hold. You watch as her chest remains motionless, devoid of even the slightest rise and fall that would indicate life remains within her. Her beautiful features are serene in death, a stark contrast to the pleasure-etched mask she wore just moments ago while alive.

Standing, you take a moment to adjust yourself before turning toward Amy's now empty chair. As you make your way through the burrow, you can't help but feel eyes on your back; some filled with envy, others with longing. It's as if they want what you have: the power to control life and death at will. The thought sends a shiver down your spine.

When you finally reach the chair, you pause for a moment, taking in Amy's discarded clothing scattered about the floor like leaves blown from a tree. With one last glance over your shoulder to make sure no one is watching, you scoop up her garments and hastily stuff them back into their proper places; the strap of her bag falling limp against her chest once more as if nothing had happened.

As you lower yourself onto the chair, Amy's lifeless form slumps heavily to the floor beside it. With a sigh, you close your eyes and

As Amy's breathing stops and her body relaxes in death, you continue to hold her close, reveling in the knowledge that she was nothing more than your plaything until the very end. Her limp form sprawled across your lap is a stark reminder of the power dynamic between customers and staff at Bunny Girl Burrow. You brush a piece of hair from her face, admiring how perfect she looks even in death.

The staff at the burrow exchange knowing glances as they see you with Amy; some nodding discreetly to indicate their understanding of what just transpired. Though it's never explicitly encouraged, there are patrons who come here specifically for these kinds of experiences, and it's well known among the staff that some customers will take things as far as they possibly can, even if it means pushing past the boundaries of roleplay and into something more sinister.

After a moment, you idly begin to consider what you might like to do next. There are other waitresses who could use your attentions tonight... but Amy's death has left an emptiness inside of you that only she can fill now. With a sigh, you lift her lifeless form off your lap and gently place it onto the booth beside you. Her eyes remain closed, her expression serene and peaceful despite the harsh reality of what just happened.

With a satisfied smirk, you pull Amy back up onto your lap, running your fingers through her sweaty hair before resting them on the small of her back.

Amy's skin tastes sweet and creamy and the feel of her warm body against yours send a shudder through you as you take your seat once more at the booth. The other staff members maintain their professional demeanors, attending to customers and tending bar with practiced ease. Some exchange knowing glances but none dare break the unspoken rule by commenting on what just transpired between you and Amy.

As you settle her lifeless form onto your lap again, her limbs dangling loosely at your sides, a strange sense of satisfaction and emptiness washes over you simultaneously. Her breasts jiggle slightly with each of your breaths, nipples still hard from arousal and fear. You reach up to cup them in your hands once more, feeling their weight against your palms.

Her skin is smooth and soft beneath your fingertips, the contrast between life and death so stark it's almost unreal. You marvel at how easily she submitted to you; how eagerly she gave herself over to her fantasies until there was nothing left but surrender and release. It leaves you feeling both powerful and hollow inside.

The other waitresses continue to eye you cautiously, waiting for your next move. Some are no doubt curious about what brought this side out in you tonight while others are more wary, unsure how far you might take things if given the chance. They bend down to give customers drinks and adjust their chairs without looking directly at Amy's body sprawled out on your lap like some macabre trophy.

For now, though, they know better than to interrupt such a delicate moment between a customer and his chosen companion for the night. The air crackles with tension as everyone waits expectantly, wondering what will happen next in this twisted game of power and desire being

Her breasts jiggle and sway with each thrust, a shudder passing through her body as your cock presses against the entrance to her womb.

The skin around her dead eyes brightens slightly with every slide inward, and the muscles in her arms twitch sporadically from the contact with yours. A bead of sweat trickles down between her breasts, only adding to the wetness between your bodies as you take her harder and faster. Her skin flushes a deep red with exertion, mimicking the telltale signs of life that once would have given away her true state even in this darkest of moments.

The other patrons and staff look on with varying expressions - some appalled, others aroused despite themselves. The bunny girl next to you watches intently, a mixture of curiosity and hunger in her eyes as she takes in the gruesome sight before her. Even she can't help but feel drawn toward the power you wield tonight; entranced by the idea that someone could control life and death so effortlessly.

As you position Amy's lifeless body over your erect cock and sink deeper into her now cold, dead womb, pleasure courses through you like an unstoppable force. Her skin feels hot against yours, reminding you of the intense passion that drove this whole encounter. You savor the sensation, feeling every inch of her as she surrenders to your desires yet again.

Her breasts feel full and heavy in your hands as you squeeze them, letting out a satisfied moan at the feeling of her nipples hardening beneath your thumbs. Her breathing has stopped now, barely discernible against your skin, but it only serves to heighten the intimacy between you. Her eyes remain closed, but you can almost imagine the look of serene pleasure on her face as she surrenders fully to your touch.

You caress her soft thighs and hips, guiding her body in rhythm with yours, taking what you want while she is unable to resist or deny you anything. The rest of the burrow watches discreetly, some admiring your strength, others feeling a twinge of jealousy or desire for the same connection that binds you together now. But no one says a word; they know better than to interrupt such a moment between a customer and their chosen plaything.

As you lower Amy's limp form over your erection, her cold skin contrasting sharply with the warmth between your legs, satisfaction washes over you like a wave. Her soft breasts press against your chest as you squeeze them tightly, milking their fullness for your twisted pleasure. You moan - or at least that's what it sounds like to you, drowned out by the loud background music and the pounding of blood in your ears.

Amy's corpse feels unnaturally heavy as you position her over your cock, but that only serves to heighten the rush of power and control coursing through you. The warmth of her skin contrasts sharply with the cool air of the burrow, sending shivers down your spine as you push deeper inside of her lifeless body. Her breasts bounce slightly beneath your grasp, a testament to their still-supple nature despite death's icy touch.

With each thrust, you feel her walls clench and unclench around you, as if attempting to give one last shred of pleasure before finally giving in to the cold embrace of eternity. It's an intoxicating sensation; like fucking the barrier between life and death itself. The staff watches on with varying expressions - some look horrified, others aroused by this dark twist on their usual fare. But no matter what they feel or think, none dare to interrupt such a private moment between customer and former waitress.

As your orgasm builds inside of you, the weight of your pleasure threatens to snap Amy's spine once more. You grit your teeth against the sensation, determined not to let her cheat death again so easily. With one final thrust that nearly lifts her from the booth entirely, your release comes in a hot, salty surge, filling her dead womb as thoroughly as possible before your spent cock slips free of her.

You collapse back into the booth, panting heavily and looking down at your now-spent prize with satisfaction. Amy's eyes remain closed, but there's a faint glimmer of recognition in them that speaks volumes about what she'd given up in order to be with you tonight. As the last remnants of pleasure fade from

The rest of the staff glances briefly at your table again before returning to their tasks, knowing better than to interfere with such intimate moments between a customer and their chosen waitress. They're all aware that some people come here seeking exactly this kind of intensity, even if it means pushing past the boundaries of roleplay and into something darker.

You continue to thrust into Amy's lifeless body, taking what you want without regard for her feelings or consent. Her cold skin begins to chill your thighs as the adrenaline from your previous actions starts to fade, replaced by a lingering sense of guilt and shame that only serves to heighten the pleasure she brings you now.

With each thrust, you feel yourself growing closer to release, the tension in your muscles building with every passing second. As you approach the brink, sweat beads on your brow and your breath comes faster and shallower. You know that once you cross this line, there will be no going back; she'll truly be dead and gone from your life forever.

But for now, you luxuriate in her corpse, taking everything she has left to give until there is nothing but emptiness inside of you.

As you take Amy's lifeless form onto your lap and carefully position her over your erect cock, the sight causes gasps and murmurs to spread through the burrow. Even though her body no longer moves or reacts in any way, it still stirs something deep within those who watch. The primal need for release is strong here, and many patrons find themselves becoming aroused by your display of dominance over her lifeless form.

You squeeze her breasts roughly, feeling the fullness of them in your hands as you savor the warmth of her skin against yours. Her nipples are hard and erect, a testament to how much pleasure she once found in these simple sensations. As you thrust deeper into her cold dead body, grunting with each movement, the other staff members can't help but wonder if this is taking things too far. But they know better than to interfere; this is what customers come here for, after all.

Your fingers dig into Amy's supple skin as you push harder and faster, her body bouncing along with your movements like a broken doll. Her expression remains serene, but there's an air of determination about her that was missing in life. It seems that even in death, she is still trying to please you, to fulfill the role she has been given.

Around you, the burrow buzzes with excitement as patrons watch your every move. Some lean closer, wishing they were in Amy's place; others gaze on from a distance, their cheeks flushed and their hearts racing. But no one dares to interfere, knowing that stepping out of line could have dire consequences for both them and the bunny girl involved.

As you finish and slide back into your seat with a satisfied sigh, Amy's lifeless form