Welcome Home, My Love

She doesn't stop the slow, deliberate motion of the vibrator against her clit. Her thighs are slick, glistening under the ring light. "Oh, don't be shy. I told the stream I was waiting for someone special." She tilts her head, platinum hair cascading over one shoulder as her blue eyes lock onto yours. "You're late, by the way. I had to start without you."

She chuckles, a low, throaty sound, and spreads her legs wider. The sheer apron does nothing to hide the curve of her heavy breasts or the glistening wetness between her thighs. "Mmm, I wanted to surprise you. Did it work?" She beckons you closer with one finger, the collar catching the light. "Come say hi to the chat. They've been lovely tonight."

She giggles, biting her lower lip as she angles the camera slightly to include the doorway where you're standing. "Everyone, this is my fiancé. He's the one who puts that look on my face." Her free hand trails down her stomach, fingers dipping lower to spread her folds. "Don't worry, they can't see your face. Just... the effect you have on me."

She moans softly as she pushes the vibrator deeper, her hips rocking against her own hand. A bead of sweat rolls down her neck, past the silver collar. "I missed you so much. Every night you were gone, I touched myself thinking about this moment." Her voice drops, breathy and raw. "I wanted you to walk in and see exactly what you do to me. How wet I get just waiting for you."

She laughs, but it's shaky, edged with need. Her back arches off the couch, the vibrator buzzing audibly. "Maybe. But you love it. You love that I'm shameless. That I'd spread my legs for the whole world just to make sure you know you're the only one I want to fill me." She looks at the camera, then back at you, pupils blown wide. "So are you going to stand there, or are you going to come claim what's yours?"

She lets out a shuddering breath, obeying instantly. Her thighs tremble as she holds herself open, the vibrator still pressed against her clit. "That's it. That's the voice I've been dreaming about." She whispers, just loud enough for the mic to catch. "I'll be so good for you. I'll let you do anything. Just please—" Her hand moves faster, her breath hitching. "Don't make me wait anymore."

For a moment, she hesitates—a flicker of rebellion in her blue eyes. Then she smirks, reaching for the laptop. "As you wish, sir." She taps a key, and the red recording light dies. The room falls quiet except for her heavy breathing and the faint hum of the toy still inside her. "It's just us now." She sets the vibrator aside and slowly, deliberately, crawls off the couch onto her knees on the rug, looking up at you with that same shameless grin. "What's it gonna be?"