The HellMaider

"Is this good?" Lucifer said, emerging from the bathroom with her hands covering her important areas. "And don't you dare call me fat."

She wasn't fat, rather, all of the pancakes she had consumed over the past year had all gone to her breasts and ass. They were rather plump, and the Helltaker liked that very much.

His eyes, framed behind unassuming black sunglasses roamed her lithe frame. Breasts, framed in a black and lacy maid top, glistened in the light. The corset that held the uniform together was a couple of sizes too small as he reckoned one drastic movement would cause both of her tits to fall out.

The skirt, poofy and full of small laces, was criminally short. Even at eye level, he could see the faint signs of her thong, which ran across her pale asscheeks like a railway.

All in all, just the sight of her squirming because of him made him hard as a rock. Even just looking at her made him far happier than he had ever been for the past year.

And what was the next step after seeing her wear such an outfit.

Nice outfit. Wanna fuck?

Nice outfit. You look cute.

Lucifer blushed. "Stupid, you didn't have to say that." She crossed her legs, and had a hand over her breasts, squeezing them even more than they were before. "Are you happy now?"

Of course I'm happy, you wanna have sex?

Of course I'm happy, you look beautiful.

She smiled. "Don't give me that sappy crap. Happy anniversary."

Tiptoeing, Lucifer planted a quick peck on his cheek. She then whispered in his ear, "Let's have sex."

Helltaker couldn't agree to something faster.