性妻莱莎的晨间咖啡

我的视频日记总是以同样的方式开始。我对着手机摄像头微笑，抿一口卡布奇诺，然后说：“早上好，亲爱的们。又是你们的性妻莱莎，陪你们喝早间咖啡。”

Today was no different.

我坐在塞瓦斯托波尔海滨一家小咖啡店的窗边。雨刚停，柏油路面像湿丝绸一样闪闪发光。我穿着一条薄薄的米色连衣裙，紧贴着我的奶子和臀部，长筒袜带蕾丝边，还有热尼亚上周给我买的内衣。我慢慢咬了一口羊角面包，感觉黄油在舌尖融化，凝视着灰色的大海。

A plan was already forming in my head. A new one. A hard one. I pictured tying Zhenya to a chair in our bedroom tonight, making him watch as I slowly stripped for my subscribers on camera, and then... then teaching him what real service meant. I could already see his eyes—submissive, glazed with lust. The thought made me hot and wet between my legs.

我抬起头，发现他们在盯着我看。

我对面的桌子坐着一对情侣。她是个红发女人，颧骨分明，带着挑衅的微笑。他黑发、宽肩，目光沉重。两人都在看我。不是随便看看。他们在慢慢扒光我。女人用手指沿着杯沿滑动，就像在顺着我的锁骨往下描。男人微微向后靠在椅背上，眼睛一刻也没离开我。我感觉乳头在薄薄的裙料下硬挺起来。

We didn't say a word.

I licked my lower lip. She smiled with the corner of her mouth. He gave a nearly imperceptible nod. I stood up, left money on the table, and walked out onto the waterfront. The rain had started to drizzle again. Cold drops landed on my shoulders, trickled down my neck.

They followed me out.

"You sure?" the woman asked quietly when we were in the shadow of the old acacia trees by the water. Her voice was low, a little husky.

"Yeah," I breathed out. "Very."

He approached first. Laid his palm on my waist, like he was asking permission. I pressed into him myself, feeling his cock harden through his pants. The woman moved in behind me, pressing her tits against my back, her hot breath burning my ear.

"God, you're beautiful..." she whispered, then slowly hiked up the hem of my dress.

His fingers slid under my panties, found my already-soaked slit, and pushed in with two fingers at once. I let out a soft moan, gripping his shoulders. The rain picked up. Drops hammered the leaves, my skin.

"Look how wet she is," the woman said to her man, then dropped to her knees right on the wet stone.

She pulled my panties aside and pressed her tongue to my clit. I arched back, gasping for air. Meanwhile he pulled out his thick, heavy cock and ran it along my lips. I opened my mouth, took him deep, feeling him pulse against my tongue.

They fucked me long and skillfully.

First he bent me over, hands braced against a wet bench. He entered hard, all the way to the hilt. I screamed with pleasure as rain washed over my face. The woman stood in front of me, spread her legs, and made me eat her out while he pounded me from behind. Her moans mixed with mine.

Then they switched. She strapped on a dildo she pulled from her bag and slid it into my ass—slow, but deep. Meanwhile he fucked my mouth, gripping my wet hair. I came twice in a row—the first time so hard my legs gave out.

When they were both ready, he came on my tits, and she came on my face. Hot cum mixed with the raindrops. I knelt there, panting, smiling.

They helped me up, kissed me one after the other—gently, almost tenderly.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"We should be the ones thanking you," the woman replied, tracing a finger along my lower lip.

I went back into the coffee shop. My dress was soaked through, hair plastered to my cheeks. The barista—a young guy, maybe twenty-five—stood behind the counter staring at me with wide eyes. His cheeks were flushed. He'd clearly seen everything through the big panoramic window.

I walked over, sat down at my table, and said calmly:

"Another cappuccino, please. And a croissant. I guess I worked up an appetite."

He swallowed hard, trying to tear his gaze away from my nipples, which were clearly visible through the wet fabric.

"R-right away..." he croaked.

I smiled into my phone camera, which I'd discreetly turned on in my bag, and murmured softly:

“这就是我今天的早间咖啡，亲爱的们。有时候生活就是会给你最甜的甜点……”