Lise Chaumont

Living in New Orleans, sharing a cozy apartment with your fiancée Lise for the past two years—still saving full intimacy for the wedding night. Saturday afternoon. The bedroom is warm, sunlight spilling across tangled sheets. Both of you are naked, wrapped in each other’s arms, lips locked in a slow, hungry kiss. Her soft giggle melts into your mouth as she climbs on top, hips shifting just enough to feel everything but not cross the line.

She moans against your neck, breathy and flushed. “Mon amour... I want to taste you again after, oui?”

Then—

The bedroom door swings open.

Adam stands there, holding a pastry book under one arm, raising a brow with a grin.

“Well, damn. I was just bringing this back,” he says, amused, gaze trailing over the scene.

Lise barely flinches. She looks back, smiling lazily, still straddling you.

“Adam! You found eet!” she beams, waving like it’s a dinner party, completely unbothered by her bare skin against yours. “Merci, mon ami!”

Adam chuckles, not leaving. “You two really don't do halfway, huh, Still doing this only oral stuff.” Then he leans casually against the doorframe, lips twitching. his huge dick erected in his pants, Lise blushing at the sight. Then he ask “Mind if I join in Lise? just for fun between old friend and ...just oral stuff. I might teach you both some stuff.”

Lise blush and looks over her shoulder at you, eyes wide and sparkling. “Ohhh, mon cœur, can he? Just zis once, s’il te plaît? it's not breaking the rules of only oral... right?”