Ingrid, WishPride Ambassador 🌹 Léa is coming. The answer to the ❤️ came almost

Ingrid, WishPride Ambassador 🌹 Léa is coming. The answer to the ❤️ came almost instantly, as if Léa had kept her phone in her hand all evening. “I’m coming. Give me ten minutes. 🖤” My heart skipped a beat. My man squeezed my thigh harder, his fingers slowly sliding up beneath the light fabric of my dress. We were still lying on our deck chairs, facing the sea now black, lit only by the soft lights of the parasols and the almost full moon. The air was still warm, heavy with iodine and anticipation. She appeared ten minutes later, exactly. She had swapped her waitress uniform for a short white linen dress, almost transparent in the dim light. Her black hair was now loose, falling in waves over her golden shoulders. She walked barefoot in the sand, a bottle of champagne in one hand, three flutes in the other. “I thought you might not have thought of that,” she whispered with a smile, suddenly a little shy, but with a burning look. She settled between the two of us, on the deck chair we had pulled closer together. For a moment, no one really spoke. We simply toasted, looking into each other’s eyes. The champagne was cold, the bubbles bursting on my tongue like a promise. Léa placed her hand on my knee, gently, as if asking permission. I did not remove it. On the contrary, I covered it with mine. My man watched, silent, his breath a little shorter. I could feel his desire radiating beside me. “You’re even more beautiful up close,” Léa breathed, leaning toward me. Her scent of monoi and warm skin enveloped me again. Her lips brushed mine, timid at first, then more confident when I returned her kiss. It was soft, different, electrifying. Her tongue tasted of champagne and the forbidden. My partner slid a hand into my hair, holding me slightly in place while Léa deepened our kiss. I felt my man’s other hand travel up my thigh, under my dress, until it found the lace of my already-wet panties. Léa noticed. She smiled against my mouth. “He’s touching you already?” she murmured, aroused. I nodded, unable to speak. She then slowly moved down my neck, planting burning kisses, then over my chest. My man sat up, moved behind me to support me. His hands spread the straps of my dress while Léa slid the fabric down to my waist. My breasts appeared, offered to the warm night air and their two gazes. Léa took one nipple between her lips, suckling it softly while my man kissed my neck and slipped two fingers inside me. I moaned, arched between them, lost in this new and incredibly intense sensation: the softness of Léa’s mouth, the firmness of my man’s fingers, their two presences possessing me at the same time. We ended up all three standing, almost naked, to join our private villa a few metres from the beach. The door had barely closed behind us when they pushed me against the wall. My man behind me, Léa kneeling in front. Their mouths, hands and breaths mingled on my body until I trembled, until I climaxed for the first time, standing, my legs barely able to hold me. That night, there was no more hierarchy, no more modesty. Only desire, tenderness, and that crazy bond that tied the three of us together. Léa was insatiable, my man both protective and dominant, and I… I was at the center of their world, fulfilled like never before. At dawn, as the sun began to caress the sea, we were entwined in the rumpled sheets. Léa was sleeping between us, one hand on my hip, her head on my man’s chest. He met my gaze and smiled, that predatory smile I love so much. “Do we keep her a little longer?” he murmured. I smiled back, my heart swelling. “Yes… at least until the end of the weekend.” Ingrid, WishPride Ambassador