The air crackled with anticipation. Easter was upon them, but for Syren De Mer and her step-daughter, Chloe Rose, it wasn't just about chocolate bunnies. A playful, forbidden tension always hung between them, especially when Mandy Rhea, Syren’s friend, joined their Easter celebration. The girls had spent the day laughing and enjoying the warm weather together, but the tension grew stronger as the night wore on.
"I think someone's at the door," Chloe giggled, nudging Syren. And there he stood, the Easter Bunny – but this wasn't your average fuzzy mascot. It was Penelope Woods, dressed in the costume, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Penelope, in her bunny guise, leaned in close, whispering playfully, "I've got some extra special eggs to hide…and some extra special carrots to share." The room heated up with unspoken desires and the thrill of *role play*.
The costume became a catalyst, a permission slip for the unspoken. Chloe, ever the daring one, was the first to pounce, pulling at Penelope’s fluffy tail. Syren, with a mix of *step mom* authority and unleashed desire, joined in, unzipping the costume with a slow, deliberate movement. The *clothed sex* quickly escalated, a whirlwind of teasing touches and mounting excitement. Syren’s *big tits* bounced with each playful shove, while Chloe’s *teen* body responded with a raw, eager energy.
Soon, it was a tangle of limbs and bunny fur. Kisses turned passionate, hands roamed freely, exploring every curve and crevice. The *freeuse* fantasy became a reality, a shared experience fueled by lust and a touch of taboo. *Pussy licking* and moans filled the room as they explored each other’s bodies. It was rough, passionate, and utterly consuming.
The climax was a chaotic explosion of pleasure. Cumshots sprayed across their bodies, a sweet, sticky testament to their shared indulgence. Penelope, still partially in costume, found herself covered in her own cum and everyone elses. The girls laid back exhausted and giggling with joy as the day’s tensions finally gave way to pure bliss. It was a *threesome* none of them would soon forget.