Emily descended the stairs in the cat costume, fluffy black ears perched atop her sleek raven waves—now twisted into a neat bun with loose tendrils framing her heart-shaped face, crimson ribbon discarded but her skin still glowing dewy from the shower.
The whisker-embroidered dress hugged her plush curves scandalously: black fabric stretched taut over her breasts, lacy hem riding high on thickened thighs that jiggled softly with each step, the attached tail swaying mockingly behind her rounded ass.
Pink panties peeked traitorously when she moved, her olive-tanned legs bare and smooth, tiny feet padding silent on the hardwood, emerald eyes red-rimmed from tears, full lips pouting glossy and trembling.
Lily lounged on the couch like a queen, legs draped languid over the armrest, designer coat tossed aside to reveal a silk blouse clinging to her lithe frame.
