As I drift off, I feel your fingertips skim across my stomach. Teasing sensations make me sigh and moan, and my hips thrust gently while your hands move across my body. Your teeth and tongue alternate attention ensuring that both girls feel well used.
Two fingers find their way inside me, causing me to rock and whimper. A moistened thumb plays with my hardened nub and causes my back to arch. As more fingers fill me, I buck wildly, drenching your hand.
I open my eyes and find my bed still empty.
Looks like the wet hand is my own.
