a young girl laying on the bed with her hand out and fingering

Maggie laid on her bed, her lithe body sprawled out across the mattress. She absentmindedly ran her fingers over the bedsheets as she thought of her fantasy; a man standing next to her bed as she laid there so exposed and vulnerable. As anxiety and anticipation grew within her, her hand wandered to the folds of her night dress. Quickened breaths and soft moans were muffled by the bed covers as she explored her body; ensuring every inch of it was ignited with pleasure. Her fingers split through her pair of vibrant crimson lips and two fingers thrust ever so slowly inside, her mind filled with images of the man standing outside her bedroom door. With extra vigour and increased pace she fingered herself, imagining the feeling of her fantasy man just inches away from her body. As Maggie reached her climax, her fingers paused as the sensation of pure ecstasy coursed through her veins. She lay there, enjoying the moment alone before she rose and opened the door to welcome her lover in.