As you lay still in your bed,
a pillow propping up your head,
a hand moves slowly past your knee.
Who's doing this? You cannot see.
Despite that fact, you remain still,
then shudder as you feel the thrill
as the hand moves on up to your thigh,
and when it squeezes, you can't help but sigh.
It rubs your thigh so soft and slow,
and a male voice moans, deep and low.
You feel your pussy getting wet,
though he hasn't even touched it yet.
The other thigh's his target now,
you want to speak, you've forgotten how.
Your breathing quickens at his caress,
your legs part, and you manage a "yes..."
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