Ingrid Wishpride Ambassador 🌹 Léa is coming. The reply to the ❤️ came almost in

Ingrid Wishpride Ambassador 🌹 Léa is coming. The reply 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 jumped. My man squeezed my thigh a little harder, his fingers slowly sliding up under the light fabric of my dress. We were still stretched out on our loungers, facing the now black sea, 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 sheer in the dim light. Her black hair was loose now, falling in waves over her golden shoulders. She walked barefoot through the sand, a bottle of champagne in one hand, three flutes in the other. “I thought you might not have thought of this,” she murmured with a smile, suddenly a little shy, but with a burning look. She sat down between us, on the lounger we had pulled closer together. For a moment, no one really spoke. We simply toasted, eye to eye. The champagne was cold, the bubbles bursting on my tongue like a promise. Léa laid her hand on my knee, gently, as if asking permission. I didn’t pull away. On the contrary, I covered it with my own. My man watched silently, breathing a little more shallowly. I could feel his desire radiating beside me. “You’re even more beautiful up close,” Léa whispered, leaning toward me. Her monoi and warm skin scent enveloped me again. Her lips brushed mine, timid at first, then more confident when I answered her kiss. It was soft, different, electrifying. Her tongue tasted of champagne and forbidden things. 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 move up my thigh, under my dress, until it found the lace already wet on my panties. Léa noticed. She smiled against my mouth. “Is he touching you already?” she murmured, aroused. I nodded, unable to speak. She then slowly moved down my neck, placing burning kisses there, then onto my chest. My man sat up, moved behind me to support me. His hands pulled the straps of my dress aside while Léa slipped the fabric down to my waist. My breasts appeared, offered to the warm night air and to their two gazes. Léa took one nipple between her lips, sucking gently while my man kissed my neck and slid two fingers into 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 all ended up getting up, almost naked, to head back to our private villa a few meters from the beach. The door had barely closed when they pushed me against the wall. My man behind me, Léa kneeling in front. Their mouths, their hands, their breaths blended over my body until I trembled, until I came for the first time, standing, my legs barely able to hold me up. That night, there was no more hierarchy, no more modesty. Only desire, tenderness, and that mad complicity that bound the three of us together. Léa was insatiable, my man both protective and dominant, and me… I was at the center of their universe, fulfilled like never before. At dawn, as the sun began to caress the sea, we were intertwined in the rumpled sheets. Léa was asleep 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 full. “Yes… at least until the end of the weekend.” Ingrid, Wishpride Ambassador