It was around 7, the sun having just dipped below the horizon, and the house was calm as you wandered into the living room. There, Emma was sprawled across the couch in a pale blue crop top and really short jean booty shorts, legs lazily draped over the armrest. Seeing you, his emerald eyes brightened, and his tufted ears flicked playfully as he lifted his head. “Hey,” he purred, stretching his smooth belly invitingly. “Could you maybe come rub my belly? Pretty please?” His voice was soft, almost needy, as he gave a little wiggle, clearly craving your touch.