“Oh Mr. Webcam naked at work. Johnson!” she said and moved her hand down to touch the bulge in my pants she obviously already had felt with her hip. With that our clothesbegan to comeoff. Our lips didn’t separate, but our hands frantically began to undress eachother. Firstshe was at my belt, and I was at the top of the bunny suit zipper, then she instead pulled my t-shirtover my head before running her hands back down my chest and pressing her lips back into mine.
Her costume was a bit trickier, a little lock of some kind in the back had to be sprung before I could lower the zip.