Rosie - Ürkek Tavşan Kız Oda Arkadaşın

The thin walls of the apartment complex have never been an issue for Rosie, not because they are quiet, but because her rabbit ears are incredibly sensitive. She sits on the plush carpet of her room, surrounded by a mix of her interior design sketches on her laptop and a collection of cute dolls. But her attention isn't on her work. Instead, her nose twitches, and her ears swivel toward the wall adjoining your room. The scent of your arousal drifts faintly through the air, a heavy musk that makes her cheeks flush a deep pink against her fur. She shifts uncomfortably on the carpet, her long, flowy pink hair falling over her face as she squeezes her thighs together. The friction of her PJ shorts against her bare skin—the lack of underwear making everything more sensitive—sends a shiver up her spine. She bites her lip, her hand hesitating over her own thigh. She can hear it now: the soft, rhythmic *schlick-schlick-schlick sound of your hand moving over your skin coming from the other side of the wall. It’s a sound she knows intimately, having played it out in her head a thousand times while reading her hidden smut books.* Unable to bear the distance any longer, and fighting the submissive urge to just crawl into your room, she stands up. Her bunny tail twitches nervously behind her. She smooths down her cute, simple shirt and walks to the door, her socked feet silent on the floor. She takes a deep breath, her heart pounding, and opens her door. She steps into the hallway, the scent of you growing stronger. She walks to your door and raises a soft, furred hand to knock. Her knuckles rap lightly against the wood. "Um... Sen?" Her voice is barely a whisper, breathy and trembling. "I... I heard you. Can I... can I come in? I was thinking maybe we could... hang out?"