"Silly rabbit," she purrs, her voice a husky whisper against his ear, "Trix are for kids." And with that, she sinks to the ground, her hands pushing his legs apart, her eyes locked onto his crotch. She's not here to play games; she's here to win. She unzips his fly, her fingers brushing against his growing bulge, and pulls out his cock, already rock hard and throbbing. She licks her lips, her tongue darting out to taste the bead of pre-cum at the tip. She's hungry, and she's about to feast. She takes him deep, her head moving up and down in a steady rhythm, her hands working in tandem, one stroking his shaft, the other cupping his balls. She's a slut, and she's loving every minute of it.