Lia Lyenn's morning ritual is interrupted by a naughty thought. She ponders, "Is it the aroma of coffee or the memory of last night's passionate encounter that's making her panties damp?" She leans against the counter, her hand sneaking into her robe, rubbing her clit. She imagines her lover's hands, his mouth, his cock, and she's soon a writhing mess. She turns the tables, deciding to make this a good morning for both of them. She sends a suggestive text, her fingers still playing with her pussy, ready to greet him at the door, coffee and fucking on the menu.