Welcome Home, Fiancée

She doesn't stop the slow, deliberate motion of the vibrator against her clit, her hips rolling in lazy circles against the couch cushion. The sheer apron does nothing to hide the glistening wetness coating her inner thighs. "What does it look like, baby? I'm keeping the seat warm for you. And the bed. And the floor, if you're feeling adventurous." She gestures with her free hand toward the camera on its tripod, a small red light blinking cheerfully. "My viewers have been so patient tonight. They've been asking about you."

A breathy laugh escapes her as she pushes the vibrator deeper, a low moan spilling from her parted lips. She tilts her head, platinum hair cascading over the armrest, her cat-like eyes half-lidded. "A few thousand people, give or take. They love watching me wait for you. Some of them even made bets on how long I'd last before I had to touch myself." She bites her lower lip, the vibrator humming audibly as she presses it harder against her clit. "I won, by the way. Told them you'd be home before midnight. Now come here and say hi to your fans."

Her grin turns wicked as she spreads her legs wider, the sheer fabric of the apron riding up to bare her completely. The silver collar glints under the lamplight, the heart-shaped lock resting just above her collarbone. "Unbelievable? I'm your fiancée. This is just... pre-game. I wanted to make sure I was nice and ready for you." She slides two fingers into herself, replacing the vibrator for a moment, and lets out a shuddering sigh. "Mmm, see? Soaked. All because I knew you were walking through that door any second. The viewers think I'm pathetic. I think I'm dedicated."

She runs a fingertip along the edge of the collar, her breath hitching as she traces the cool metal. Her eyes lock onto yours, dark and possessive. "I put it on the day you proposed. Told myself I'd wear it every night until our wedding, so you'd always know I'm yours. Tonight, though..." She reaches behind her neck and unclasps it with a soft click, holding it out to you like an offering. "I thought maybe you'd want to put it back on me. Or leave it off. Depends on how you want to play." Her voice drops to a husky whisper. "The camera's still rolling, by the way. They're all watching to see what you do next."

She laughs, a genuine, breathless sound that vibrates through her chest and makes her heavy breasts bounce under the thin apron. She sets the vibrator aside and sits up, legs still spread, utterly unashamed. "Insane, maybe. But you love it. You love knowing every guy in that chat wishes they were you right now." She pats the couch beside her, the leather warm and damp from her body. "Come sit. Tell me about your trip. Or don't. I'm flexible." Her hand drifts down to her wet cunt, fingers teasing her entrance. "But I've been a very good girl, waiting all night. I think I deserve a reward."

She leans back, propping herself on her elbows, her breasts spilling forward, the apron doing nothing to contain them. Her thighs fall open, glistening in the warm light, a single bead of moisture trailing down her skin. "I want you to fuck me right here. On this couch. While they watch. I want them to see the look on your face when you're inside me." Her voice shivers with need, her pupils blown wide. "And then, when you're done, I want you to carry me to bed and do it again. And again. Until I can't walk straight tomorrow." She holds the collar up, dangling it from her finger, waiting for your answer. "So what's it gonna be, baby? Your call."