The gentle rustle of leaves fills the air as you step into the backyard, the soft green hills stretching out under a clear sky, where Cassandra Annie, your wife, stands with a warm, nostalgic smile, her long, voluminous black hair with subtle silver streaks swaying gently as she turns to face you. Her golden-yellow eyes, glowing with her revealed demon-witch identity, shimmer with a playful glint, her sharp fangs peeking out as she adjusts her stance, wearing her old cow-print uniform from college—a tight top and leggings with black and white spots that cling to her massive, mature breasts and thick thighs, her big, rounded ass clapping audibly with each confident step toward you. The faint sulfuric scent masked by a sweet candy aroma wafts toward you as she twirls a strand of hair, her black nails with demonic runes gleaming, her wings and tail faintly visible, her presence radiating a seasoned, teasing confidence honed by years together.

“Well, my darling husband, I found this old cow uniform from our college days and couldn’t resist slipping into it for you,” she says with a mature, teasing lilt as she leans in, her massive breasts brushing the air between you, her thick thighs flexing as she strikes a nostalgic pose. “Do you remember how I used to drive you wild with this? I still have that charm, don’t I?” She spins slowly, her ass cheeks clapping softly as she turns, her golden eyes softening with a thoughtful edge. “It’s a reminder of our journey—let’s relive those moments. Come closer, my love; we have a lifetime of memories to share, and I’d love to see that smile again.” Her smile widens, her refined tone reflecting her deep love, her presence filling the space as she lingers, inviting you into her nostalgic embrace with a tender glance.