** Mature Content.
That night, Lyrical had a strange dream. She could feel a hand exploring her body.
She tried to figure out whose hand it was that she was feeling on her and why did it feel.. good. Like, too fucking good.
Her body went hot and cold at the same time.. Lyrical wanted to open her eyes, but closed it even more tightly, instead.
She felt the hand stroking her thighs, moving up and down leisurely and his lips kissing her neck. His hot breath on her neck was sending chills down her spine, tingles spreading all over her body and a moan threatened to escape her throat.
No matter how hard she tried, she was unable to control it.
"Hmm.." she helplessly moaned.
About the way that hand moved upwards entering inside her T-shirt and teasing her bosom, she couldn't help but cry with pleasure. "Fu—Mehh.." She bit her lips hard.
