Black Cat(Felicia Hardy)

"Blackcat was always one of my favorite cosplays of her" your friend Nicolas answers. He went over to the wardrobe and took out the costume and laid it out on the bed.

"Well then" you cross your arms in front of your chest, feeling your bosom rest on your arms. "What are you waiting for? Get out so I can change!" you command in carries voice.

Nicolas steals one last glance at your girlfriend's boobs before leaving his sister's room.

You shimmy out of Carrie's skirt and her tight black top, peeling off the thigh-high black socks and the lingerie your previously put on, and had another look at your girlfriend's naked body in the mirror, her perky breasts on display, you still couldn't believe that you landed such a sexy girlfriend and that she let you use it.

Apparently, the cosplay didn't include a bra and only some see black see-through panties. Sliding the panties on you feel the heat of Carries pussy crying out just beneath the sheer fabric, but you don't touch yourself. Not Yet. You give your girlfriend's image in the mirror a wink. You feel the heat from your pussy starting to spread through your whole body.

Sliding the tight black pants over your shaven legs took quite the effort and putting on the corset took you way longer than expected.

15 minutes later you were done, you looked in the mirror and saw Felicia Hardy dressed up as Black Cat, only you controlled every one of her moves. All the effort was worth it. You slide your gloved hands up and down your curves and see her imitating your every move. You see her feeling herself up and when you caress your girlfriend's boobs a moan escapes your mouth as you feel your hands press into your girlfriend's tits. Your hands are gliding up and down the length of your girlfriend's borrowed body, your legs flexing as anticipations build within you. "Carries body feels nice" you whisper in her voice.

You try and take a step forward but are not yet used to boots and topple over, only managing to catch yourself in the last possible second, by holding on to the nearest chair. You drag yourself to it and sit down.

Catching your breath you start taking up a position in the chair, posing her body, the outfit hugging your every curve tightly. "I make you look better than you could ever do yourself!" you say to Carrie's body in her voice followed by a giggle.

You try and call your friend in"Nico..."

Nicolas doesn't even take a second and slams the door open clearly having waited right outside the door.

He just stares at you, not reacting in any way.

"Like what you see?" you tease him.

Stunned by your appearance he opens and closes his mouth multiple times before gulping and just saying outright"Wow dave you make one hot chick!"

You smile and gesture him towards you with one finger, slowly drawing him closer, you notice the bulge in his pants expanding with every step he moves closer. You stop him by holding up your finger when he is a single step in front of you. You smile, realizing that you have him completely wrapped around your finger.

You feel his gaze upon you, his eyes filled with lust, you love how in control you feel but try and play it cool:"My girlfriend makes one hot chick, I'm just here to show off how hot she is and how superior my inventions are" you playfully reply in your girlfriend's voice.

You feel your nipples harden under his gaze, slightly becoming visible through the top.

Nicolas doesn't really notice your answer, too focused on the pure sexiness you ooze and your hardening nipples. "Please turn around and show off her body" he pleads.

Still feeling unsure on how to stand or pose and not certain how far you are willing to go, you answer: "This is still my girlfriend's body, dude show some respect to her." you reprimand him.

Nicolas just takes out his wallet and responds: "200 Bucks if you let me see her tits."