Pyris watched as Ammit bent to the cabinet to retrieve the severed head of the general, her movements deliberate. The lace of her panties clung tightly to her curves, framing the fullest parts of her backside and teasing him with each shift of her body.
A thin line of fabric cut down her center, leaving little to the imagination as it disappeared, barely covering the contours of her full, thick pussy.
He gulped slightly, recognizing the tease for what it was—an invitation, carefully designed by his new demoness business partner.
Turning, she faced him with a smile, her dark eyes sparkling with amusement as she extended the head toward him. A few strands of her black hair brushed her cheek, and she swept them back seductively, as if to make sure he saw every movement.
"Here~" she purred, her voice matching the soft, sultry look on her face.
