When she emerged again, Oliver nearly fell off the bed.
This time she wore a pair of delicate jewelled chains across her chest, each link glinting as it barely concealed her nipples. A heart-shaped butt plug peeked out from between her cheeks, a fluffy black tail swaying with every step she took.
She didn't just walk this time — she sauntered, like a predator stalking prey, her tail swishing back and forth.
When she reached the bed, she turned her back to him, bent at the waist, and gave him a perfect view.
"You like it?" she asked innocently, glancing over her shoulder.
Oliver's pants were tenting so hard it almost hurt. "You're evil."
"Mmm, but you like it," she teased, giving the tail a little wiggle before straightening up.
By the time she came out in the final set — a jewel-trimmed lingerie ensemble paired with sheer thigh-highs and a tiny collar with a silver bell — Oliver was beyond reason.
