Gwen blinked open her eyes to the soft glow of morning. The remnants of the dream lingered, like a fading melody she couldn’t quite grasp.
Not ready yet, Liora’s words echoed softly in her mind.
She rolled onto her side, heart still fluttering from the closeness, the warmth, the strange sense of peace the dream had given her. But beneath it all, a knot of confusion twisted.
Was it just a dream? Or something more?
Gwen’s fingers traced the curve of her cheek, still feeling the ghost of the touch she’d imagined. Her reflection in the dark window caught her eye—still familiar, yet somehow different. Softer. More open.
She sighed, a small smile tugging at her lips. Maybe she wasn’t ready—but maybe that was okay. Maybe this was just the beginning.
With a mix of curiosity and hesitation, Gwen started to masturbate thinking about Liora thinking abouthe her body and soft voice but after cumming she was no longer horny and remembered why she watched the videos to start with