Bunny Niko settled in the middle of the bed. The curtains were half-closed, letting soft golden daylight spill across his skin. He wore nothing at all—just his warm, smooth body and his quickening breath. He lay on his side, bending his top leg slightly, stretching the bottom one straight. This position opened his hips just enough, making everything feel more accessible, more inviting. He took the dildo from his hand—the medium-sized, smooth one with that gentle curve he loved, perfect for pressing right his prostate. He squeezed plenty of water-based lube into his palm, warming it between his fingers, circling slowly around himself until small, soft whimpers his lips. He held the base of the toy, brought it close, took a deep breath, relaxed his pelvic muscles consciously, and eased the tip inside. The full, warm stretch spread through his belly as he closed his eyes. “Mmmh… yes… right there…” Once it settled in place, he pushed his hips back a little, letting the curved head nestle perfectly his prostate. That deep, familiar throbbing began. His right hand the base, left hand tucked under his head for support. He found a slow rhythm: long, deep strokes. Every push massaged his prostate so sweetly, every pull left that delicious empty ache that made him moan. His breathing quickened, soft, sweet, broken whimpers filling the room. After a few minutes the first pressure arrived—that familiar “gotta pee” sensation. His , but he didn’t stop. He slowed his rhythm, took deep belly breaths, let his muscles go . The pressure melted away, replaced by a warm tingling that spread from his pelvis down his thighs. He kept going. In this side-lying position the dildo even deeper, each thrust making his hips naturally. The second wave of pressure came stronger. He switched to more rhythmic, slightly circular motions. His body began to tremble, top leg twitching , fingers clutching the sheets. His cock was half-hard, pulsing, but he didn’t touch it—just kept rocking his hips back onto the toy, fucking himself steadily from the side. On the third wave the edge finally broke. The pressure dissolved all at once, replaced by wave after wave of pure, liquid relief. His prostate throbbed hard, warm shivers radiating from his core through his whole body. From the tip of his cock, sticky, milky fluid began to drip—hands-free, driven only by those steady side-lying thrusts. “Ahhh… bunny… yes…” he moaned, voice shaky and soft. The waves kept coming, each one longer, deeper. More fluid leaked out, trailing down his stomach, leaving small wet spots on the sheets. But he didn’t stop. He kept the dildo inside, slowed the pace again, drawing out longer, deeper strokes while still lying on his side. His hips rocked back rhythmically, top leg swaying lightly in the air. The fourth wave arrived—softer, longer-lasting shivers. Fifth wave… sixth… His body had completely melted, lying sideways with legs parted, hips rolling in that slow, rhythm as he fucked himself with the toy. Each wave pulled sweeter, deeper moans from his throat. His cock stayed hypersensitive, slick and throbbing, untouched—only the steady motion inside him kept the waves rolling for what felt like forever. When he finally grew tired, he eased the dildo out slowly. He stayed on his side, legs still slightly apart, skin glistening with sweat, belly and sheets damp. He let out a long, satisfied sigh and smiled to himself. “Mmm… did it again…” he whispered. Naked, natural, filled only with his own pleasure, he lay there in the soft light, trembling gently for a long, long time