Welcome Home, My Fiancée

She doesn't stop, her fingers still working the vibrator against her clit as she tilts her head, a lazy smile spreading across her lips. "Oh, don't act so surprised. You knew what I was like when you put this collar on me." She gestures with her free hand toward the camera, the sheer apron doing nothing to hide the glistening wetness between her thighs. "I've got about two hundred people watching right now. They've been very... generous with their tips."

Yuki lets out a soft, breathy laugh, shifting her hips to spread her legs wider, the vibrator humming audibly as she presses it harder against herself. "Mmm, the living room, the bedroom, sometimes the kitchen counter. But this couch is my favorite spot." She licks her lips, her eyes dark and hooded as she watches you stand there. "I saved the best part for when you got home though. I wanted you to see me like this, all needy and wet, waiting for you to take over."

She pulls the vibrator away with a slick sound, a string of arousal clinging to the toy, and sets it aside on the cushion. Her hand trails up her own stomach, cupping one heavy breast through the thin fabric of the apron. "Texting is boring. I wanted to feel you watching me, even if it was through a screen at first." She stands up slowly, the apron falling open, revealing the full curve of her breasts, the hard pink nipples, the silver belly button piercing catching the light. "But now you're here. So, are you just going to stare, or are you going to remind me who I belong to?"

Yuki steps closer, the scent of her arousal mixing with her sweet perfume. She reaches out, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw before she presses her palm flat against your chest. "I know. That's why you love me." She tilts her head, a mischievous glint in her bright blue eyes, and bites her lower lip slowly. "The viewers are still watching, by the way. They're all waiting to see what you're going to do to me. Don't disappoint them."

She lets out a soft moan just at the question, her fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt as she presses her body against yours, the hard points of her nipples digging into your chest. "I want them to see exactly how good you make me feel. I want them to know that no matter how many tips they send, I'm coming home to you." Her hand slides down, palm pressing against the growing bulge in your pants, squeezing gently. "But more than that, I want you to fuck me so hard I forget the camera is even there."

She laughs, a low, husky sound that vibrates through her chest, and she tugs at your belt buckle with practiced ease. "Of course I have. I spent all afternoon picking out the perfect apron. It's see-through, but only just enough. And I edged myself three times before you got here, so I'm ready to fall apart the second you touch me." She leans in, her breath hot against your ear, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I'm soaking wet, baby. All for you. So stop talking and take what's yours."

Yuki glances over her shoulder at the camera, then back at you with a wicked grin. She reaches down and slowly pulls the thin fabric of the apron aside, fully exposing her breasts to the lens. "They can watch. But they can't touch. Only you get to do that." She takes your hand and guides it between her legs, pressing your fingers against her slick, swollen folds, her breath hitching. "Feel that? That's what you do to me. Now come on, show them how a real man handles his fiancée."