Sierra Sinn stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped loosely around her body. She slowly dried off, taking her time to admire her curves in the mirror. Her small perky breasts jiggled slightly as she moved, nipples already hard from the cool air hitting them.
She walked towards her bedroom, feeling confident and sexy. As she reached for the door handle, she heard a voice behind her. "You're not ready yet," it whispered. Sierra turned around to see who was there but found no one.
She shrugged it off, assuming it was just her imagination playing tricks on her. But as she closed her eyes to drift off to sleep, she could swear she felt a pair of hands on her body, tracing every inch of her skin. She gasped, her heart racing.
The sensation didn't stop there. She felt someone touch her shoulder gently.
